By Amy McCarthy
By Scott Reitz
By Scott Reitz
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The thing is, none of that really mattered, not with the bumpin' scene that was sprouting around us. The DJ spun a mix of international dance music that provided much more spice than the falafel—mid-East hits filtered through M.I.A., followed by Bombay pop. The play list exceeded the tired old house rehash you'd hear in an overpriced club, and the dance floor thickened with denizens, their arms raised, showing off moves both goofy and sultry. Occasionally, the floor would lose a dancer or two to the siren's call of the hookah.
A word about those: Amazingly enough, even though they produce a puff the size of a dragon's breath with each toke, the hookah's smoke factor was nil. We were surrounded by these contraptions, and yet you couldn't smell a thing—it was as if the smoke disappeared by magic. It was impressive, though not as impressive as the list of tobacco flavors available: chocolate, jasmine and apple, to name a few. The hookah indulgence added a unique twist to an already festive atmosphere.
Looking around, we realized that Al Amir isn't so much about the food. With the lights turned low and the sultry cadence pouring through the speakers, the place was pretty damn exotic, a place everyone should visit at least once (on a weekend, of course). We suggest you grab some friends, order a cold mazza plate and fire up the hookah. It's a lot more fun if you inhale.
885 Belt Line Road, Addison, 972-488-2647. Open 11 a.m.-3 p.m., 5 p.m.-2 a.m. Monday-Friday and 5 p.m.-2 a.m. Saturday and Sunday. $$