Loris Restaurant
Company address
Location:
Lübnan, Beirut , Pasteur street, Beirut,
Service types
Yiyecek & İçecek
Fırın ve Tatlı
Mutfak Tarzları
Yemek Alanı
Yemek Teslimat Servisi
Yemek Türleri
Fırın ürünleri
Pasta Dükkanı
Donut Dükkanı
Dondurma
Pastane
Fusion Mutfağı
Yüksek Mutfak
Vegan Mutfak
Vejetaryen Mutfak
Alkolik İçecekler
Brasserie & Bistro
Açık Büfe
Kafe
Kafeterya
Carvery
Gündelik Yemek
Sürücü Geçişi
Etnik
Aile
Hızlı Yemek
Şık Restoran
Yiyecek Kamyonu
Lounge
Shisha salonu
Alışveriş Servisi
Özelleştirilmiş Yemekler (diyet planı)
Diyabetik Gıda Teslimatı
Market Teslimatı
Ev Yiyecek Teslimatı
Organik Gıda teslimatı
Tatlı
İkindi Çayı
Tüm Gün Yemek Servisi
Kahvaltı
Brunch
Akşam Yemeği
Öğle Yemeği
Yemek Alanı
Sandviçler
Çocuk Menüsü
About company
Lebanese restaurant offering an exhaustive menu of traditional recipes with a twist, in a feel-good atmosphere brought alive by remixed Lebanese classics.
The last time Loris was seen strolling down the neighborhoods and alleyways of her native Pasteur street, Beirut was boiling with an unprecedented cultural and artistic Renaissance.
It was the early 70s, and Loris, the unique daughter of a prominent textile merchant, was in the heart of it all: the gala dinners, the concert halls and the long Riviera tanning days.
Soon after the city plunges into the buss of war, Loris sealed her yellow louvers, locked her front garden gate, and vanished without a trace.
Years turned into decades; Loris's childhood friends and many young suitors became grandparents. Gazing at the lifeless garden of her old house, their wrinkled eyes light up as they remember her radiant smile, her perfect French accent, and, above all, her unmatched cooking skills.
Some say that she married a wealthy furniture trader and moved with him to Africa, others that she enrolled in a French sorority that shelters and cooks meals for the poor.
It is therefore needless to describe their utter disbelief when, on a breezy winter day of 2015, they woke up to find her unclaimed ghost house bustling with life again: Fresh paint is drying on its walls and columns, tables and chairs have been laid out in the garden, and standing there, at the front door, as a radiant as ever, her smile barely tamed by the years, a whimsical Loris waves and calls at them: “Ahla W Sahla. Tfadallo!” 