At Khyber Pass, because it was there.

For me: Fesenjan, side of stewed pumpkin, Turkish coffee

For my companion: Large platter of meat mantoo, pot of shir-chay (tea with milk, sugar and cardamom)

Shared: A basket of that Afghan flatbread that’s pliable and delicious when warm, crunchy and flavorless when it cools. A conundrum during lazy lunching, but we managed.