I grew up eating my Mom’s Middle Eastern cooking. When other kids were eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in elementary school, I was eating hummus and pita. When I requested lunchables, I got seasoned chickpeas.
Fortunately, my culinary tastes matured eventually, and when I found myself on my own in the food Mecca of New York City, in withdrawal from Mama’s delicacies I’d grown to savor, I quickly learned that falafel, my favorite of all Middle Eastern treats, was not only prevalent in NYC, but celebrated.
Hence, after years of food excursions throughout the city, and a healthy dose of newfound free time, I decided that a guide to the best falafel joints in NYC (and some recipes and digressions along the way) would not only serve as a useful reference and safe space for my fellow falafel afficionados to congregate and converse, but also as a palatable excuse for a semi-alienating falafel mania.
The Rating System
Maxing out at five chickpeas, the rating for each falafel location is holistic, with an emphasis on taste and value and various intangibles. The only requirement is that the falafel sandwich (no platters) must be made to-go. Eat-in-only restaurants are too fancy for this blog and for my wallet.
Filed under: Misc | Tagged: about me, rating system, self-indulgence
