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Once relegated to an
alleyway behind a freight elevator behind a dumpster, Pick-a-Pita
has finally come out into the light (and gained a couple dashes in
its name in the process). Moving into the space occupied for a short
time by the scrabulous chicken
pita barn (or something like that), they are no longer limited
to one tiny counter and a couple tables, but instead a long, awkward
counter and like six tables. Granted, the foot traffic in the place
seems to be significantly increased being a mere two blocks from the
PABT, one block from the NYT building and across the street from Habib's
rubber dildo palace (which, like Pick-a-Pita, is also kosher). The
location may have changed, but the food remains the same--although
it's a little more appetizing ordering the grub in a space that wasn't
once inhabited by a three-toothed gimp and his best friends the water
heater and Nicodemus the rat. I like the chicken shawarma in a pita
loaded up with hummus, cucumbers, tomatoes, carrots and eggplant with
some tahini squirted on top. Of course if I don't want to feel like
a disgusting greaseball (and go through like 500 napkins) I go for
the grilled chicken instead (with all of the same trimmings) and just
love myself to death for being an early adopter. Seriously, though,
the stuff is super-tasty, but not particularly inexpensive. Little
secret: ask for the eggplant on top of your sandwich; the stuff just
makes it sing. [MF]
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