Whoa there buckaroo. Where am I?
So it's Moaz. I just read an article about them opening up a new restaurant in New York or NJ and the cord on the lightbulb got tugged pretty hard. Ah, ... THIS ... is it. (Insert sounds of heavenly strings here).
Well here's the thing. I don't get excited about falafel in and of itself. There's one on every other block where I live but Florida is pretty much a veggie wasteland with billabong here or there. Malls are other examples in the book of great vegan, (or any other culinary), wastelands too. So here was a falafel joint. Clean, bright, upscale with mounds of fresh salady and other good stuff.
I didn't want to eat a full lunch but that taste got me right in the buds. I ordered a side of 5 balls. You know, just to support the business. He said they had been there two years and still, when he offers samples people have no idea what it is. None. Whatsoever. At all. Nada. Bupkis. And yet here is a phenomenally good hearty tasty sandwich that I don't see how you carnivores wouldn't want to eat AS A TREAT every time you came back to the mall.
I, on the other hand, knew exactly what they were. Went over to the tahini sauce and, (verified veganality first of course), sprayed my balls with the white stuff. Then I asked about shchrug, which is a middle eastern cumminy spicy chili sauce. Nope but they did have a nice warm green chili sauce so I got a little cup of that.
Unfortunately I did devour all except for a little ball-ey bit at the end before I remembered why I eat, yes for you and only you my loyal passengers on this culinary flight, and snapped the pic.
Yum. Go ... Food Courts. Yeay!
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