It was my favorite place for Koshary. As well as many other people’s. I couldn’t always get my own table so I often had to sit with other people. There were certain times of the day when there was no way to get a table alone. I didn’t really mind if my dining companions could speak some English. Since El Tahrir was a couple of blocks from the American University I often dined with students. Sometimes though, I had to sit with a local and just smile, point and grunt a lot. The koshary was worth it.