I learned flavor by watching my grandmother work in silence the rhythm of her hands, the patience of dough, the way a kitchen turns memory into something you can taste. That imprint followed me from Cairo’s spice markets to Beirut’s patisseries, from Istanbul’s street sweets to Parisian technique and finally into the blunt honesty of American baking. Dubai House was founded in Oklahoma City, where red-dirt grit meets generous hospitality. Here, “good food” is not a performance; it’s a promise you keep.

Dubai House is the synthesis: Middle Eastern warmth, European craft, and American clarity. Every cookie is built around a molten center kunafa folded into a designated spread because true luxury is discovery. You don’t see everything at once. You earn it with the second bite.