"I wish that the foreign journalists in Iran would try to find some new topics," K said to me last night.
"Like what they like about Iran."
"I like the spring," I told him. "Iran has the best spring that I've ever experienced."
It also has my very favorite dining experience: an outdoor seat in a parking spot, liver ("JeeGAR" in Persian) kebab, basil, lemon, coke, and fresh flat bread. "If you write about this, Iranians living abroad will cry," K tells me.
This may sound awful, but trust me, it's not. Our favorite spot is located between a butcher and a bakery which means everything you eat is fresh. It's a particularly popular spot for grandfathers and their young grandsons. Friends of the owner take turns at the grill. And you are treated as like royalty.
It's a bit like my favorite meal in Holland: the herring close to Iran's embassy in The Hague.