Nothing says, “I’m home,” like a Taybeh beer. There I was, sitting on the porch and pinching myself to determine if I was dreaming or if I was really in Bethlehem. Unexpectedly, a beer is placed on the table in front of me. “OTH,” I was told, and he walked away. On the house. In “the house of bread” – Bethlehem!
With Open Doors 
I want one!!!!
Where is the salt? Oh wait, I think I feel it!