I met Nabih in the aisle of the Main Street Market in the late 1970s. He was as his son Joey describes. He was in a suit and tie, immediately warm and familiar. From the first encounter with Nabih, I felt – we all did – that I had just met a friend. 

He was a great cook and a good man. His word was gold, his handshake firm, and if he made a mistake, he also made it right.

There are little memories — the best ones — that warm the heart or cause a smile. I remember he made Lavasch for me and brought it to one of my holiday parties. Not store-bought, he made it. He said, as he handed it to me, it was, perhaps, the last time he would make Lavasch. I was honored. It was delicious but also very special. I will miss him.