Why do I inevitably end up having to take antibiotics in Cairo? Because in Cairo, I eat lots of junk.
Why do I eat lots of junk in Cairo? Because it's delicious, and it's even cheaper than it's delicious. I don't know why they don't include it in the tourism information. Honestly, what Bangkok is to junkies and seekers of very non-conventional sex, Cairo could be to binge-eaters.
And it will have a similar effect on your body.
Rather than try to explain further, though, my friend Jacob and I teamed up one afternoon to document my gastronomical misadventures in this paradise of 12 cent sidewalk delicacies:
Egyptian ice tea from a very communal glass.
Gravy. On noodles. On a car.
12 cent falafel sandwich.
A tomato man.
Some kind of legume in a cup of salt water.
Egyptian style foul.
The siren call of Felfela.
Koshari. Koshari. Koshari.
I can't stop.
This post may be a cry for help.