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465 W 51st St., 212/262-2920
Dare I call him the falafel nazi?
No, that would be both ironic and offensive considering the owner
of this establishment is a kosher Israeli guy. Ordering from him
in this cramped little hole-in-the-wall is about as pleasant as
getting dressed down by a hare lipped drill sergeant, but once you
wade through the attitude and sideways glares, you're in for some
serious Middle Eastern grub. Now, this ain't your Americanized Aboud's
hummus-in-a-plastic-tub crap that you buy at Gristede's, and there
ain't no Mr. Thomas making your pita for you. No way, this is some
hearty, earthy shit. The guy behind the counter loads your bready
pocket down with the green stuff, the red stuff, the brown stuff,
and the stuff that smells like a camel's ass before throwing in
your tasty falafel balls and a teaspoon of hummus. The taste is
like a cacophony of delicious, shocking and mildly nasty foreign
bombs that vary from quadrant to quadrant. Man, fifteen years ago
I wouldn't have even tasted a fried chick-pea ball, so the fact
that I've moved on to the real stuff would make my Jewish mom very
happy. [MF]
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Additional
bars/restaurants nearby:
Hell's
Kitchen/Clinton
Other restaurants with similar cuisine:
Middle
Eastern/Israeli
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| BF=Serves Bar Food | BWL=Bowling | C=Cabaret | D=Dancing
| ED=Exotic Dancers | K=Karaoke | LM=Live Music | R=Restaurant
| TO=Take Out Only | VR=Velvet Rope | WS=Watch Sports Here
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