At Beiruit Restaurant, this multitextured confection is a like nightingale's song.
Here is a rare, pitch perfect baklava. The dulcet tones of honey are well tempered; sweet, but with a light, lifting lilt that doesn't bog down the filo. Each bite is full of the exquisite balance between a thousand and one brittle, fragile leaves of filo and a fresh-tasting coarsely ground pistacchio paste, green and nutty. At the tail end of a bite, there is a delectable hint of natural butter from the nut, a richness that lingers like story.
They make the baklava themselves. How they imbue it with this kind of song escapes me, but I'll be back to try it soon, to see if future bites hold the same delectation.