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  • The most delicious kunafa I've ever had came from this place. It seemed that every young man living in Amman had the same thought especially at night, which seems to be the time everyone craves kunafa, so even though I may have wanted to eat it all the time I never ventured there without being properly escorted.

    A bakery up the street where women and children could sit sold kunafa too, large trays would be carried over from this place to the bakery, but even though they came from the same place somehow the kunafa from the trays never tasted quite as delicious.
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