A Conversation with Abe

General Everyday Life

Tasty Food, Pushy Owner.

That was one of the first reviews I came across for Grape Leaf in Morro Bay. I would be lying to you if I said I didn’t feel a sense of apprehension over that review. Sure, the food is good. It sounds amazing. It certainly looks incredible, but I’m not sure if I want to enjoy fine Middle Eastern dining at a restaurant with a “pushy” owner. But I decided to push ahead and live dangerously.

I would learn that Dr. Ibrahim Abuhilal, or “Abe” for short, would be a lot more than what some reviewers timidly described him as. Turns out he’s larger than life, certainly a force of nature that’s a cross between a fast-talking hurricane and an improv comedian. Once you get to know him, you’ll notice his big heart and radiating kindness. And sure, he’s assertive, but it’s clear to everyone who knows him best that he’s fully dedicated himself to everyone’s happiness. If a young person can’t find something on the menu, he’ll make them a hamburger. If a homeless person is hungry, he’ll make them a sandwich on the house. If you’re looking for someone to talk to, he’ll sit down and give you the support you need. That’s the kind of guy Abe is.

A small river named Duden flows

Company Strategy

Pityful a rethoric question ran over her cheek, then she continued her way. On her way she met a copy.

The copy warned the Little Blind Text, that where it came from it would have been rewritten a thousand times and everything that was left from its origin would be the word “and” and the Little Blind Text should turn around and return to its own, safe country.

O my friend — but it is too much for my strength — I sink under the weight of the splendour of these visions!

A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart.

I am alone, and feel the charm of existence in this spot, which was created for the bliss of souls like mine.

The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen.

She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way.

When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, she had a last view back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline of Alphabet Village and the subline of her own road, the Line Lane.

Pityful a rethoric question ran over her cheek, then she continued her way. On her way she met a copy.

The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen.

She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way.

When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, she had a last view back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline of Alphabet Village and the subline of her own road, the Line Lane.

Pityful a rethoric question ran over her cheek, then she continued her way. On her way she met a copy.