Why your office has probably ordered Arab American-owned catering already: it arrives labeled Mediterranean
Scroll back through a year of office lunches and a Mediterranean order is in there somewhere. The shawarma line. The falafel platter that quietly carried the vegetarians. The hummus at every long meeting.
In a lot of US cities that food came out of a kitchen an Arab American family owns and runs. The order form said Mediterranean catering, which is a word about a sea. Greek, Armenian, Israeli, Turkish and Lebanese kitchens all sell under it, so the menu never tells you whose kitchen you reached.
Nobody needs convincing about the food. It wins the vote and it survives the drive. The part nobody checks is who owns the stove.


