Arabi Supermarket presents

3ZUMA

عزومة

The invitation. In our kitchens, the table is the unit of the culture — and nobody sets it for a small reason.

Somebody came home. That's reason enough.

There is a word our families use that doesn't translate to dinner party, because a dinner party is planned and a 3zuma erupts. Somebody lands at the airport after three years away. An engagement is agreed. A neighbor's son passes the bar. Within the hour, someone's mother is soaking chickpeas, and by evening there are nineteen people around a table built for eight, and three arguments about whose region rolls grape leaves correctly, all of them won.

The spelling tells its own story. Arabic has sounds the Latin keyboard can't make, so the generation raised between two languages invented its own alphabet on early chat apps — the numeral 3 stands for the letter ع. We write it 3zuma because that is how the invitation actually arrives now: in a text, at 4pm, unpunctuated. 3zuma at ours. Come hungry.

This is where we keep the tables — what goes on them, why, and every ingredient, ready to ship. Pick your occasion.

The Iftar TableRamadan · the date comes first The Big PlatterWelcome home · mansaf, quzi, maqluba The Mezze TableEverything at once, nothing rushed Friday MorningThe slow breakfast · ful, za'atar, tea Mashawi NightThe grill gathering

And the dishes themselves

Every table above leans on dishes we've written down properly — the real methods, the rules that matter, and every shelf ingredient a click from the pot: Mansaf · Maqluba · Musakhan · Warak Dawali · Kibbeh · Kofta · Real Hummus · Falafel — with more coming every week.