This was such a memorable meal that I had to give it some love here on the blog. It’s been months since we visited this little slice of deliciousness after a 5K running event in Prospect Park on a sweltering humid night in Brooklyn. We discovered this eatery because we just wanted somewhere to eat dinner in some cool AC! Continue reading Kulushkat! Just Shut Up and Eat!→
Holy Godmother of Chinatown for the love of all that is unholy and absurd I am STILL FREAKING STUFFED the morning after this epic meal!
That was the uneasy but all so knowing feeling I have when consuming a fantastic meal which leaves an impression on me the next day. We have such a mixed group of great friends who knows their stuff when it comes to terrific places and hidden gems to dine at here in NYC. It’s a blessing and a curse! Rich Wong and Sally Wong ( not married but have the same last name – boy that will be easy if they marry! ), an Asian couple who are wonderful people and never steer us wrong when it comes to introducing us to eats in Chinatown had a get together a while back at Shanghai Cafe that I still remember to this day. They suggested this spot and we readily agreed to join in. Why would we ever doubt them? Because – HOT DAMN – Sally and Rich know some of the BEST spots to chow down at here! Along the sometimes suspect odorous and shady streets of Chinatown lie some AMAZING places to take a seat and dine at, and this was one of them.
Can I say CHEAP CHEAP CHEAP? The amount of food we devoured and the final bill that was split between about a dozen of us was ridiculous when we realized it was around $20 a person. Cash only here but it didn’t matter. We ate like ravenous wilderbeasts and even brought some home there was so much food to go around.
Holy falafel! How can something this cheap taste so good? Part of me is happy to have finally tasted this Middle Eastern goodness, and another is saddened, perhaps even flabbergasted that I had never eaten here in all my years in NYC. After a night out around Greenwich Village abusing my liver with a bunch of friends we happened upon this falafel mecca to chow down. I was instantly hooked.
Mamoun’s Falafel is one of those hole in the wall places that has been around since the 1970’s and certainly looks the part. Decor is non-existant, as is any real seating other than a few cramped tables and a bench out by the front door, and the walls are covered by worn out wood paneling and faded pictures. To me it’s part of the charm here. Honestly, no one really cares as evidenced by the non-stop line of people coming and going the night we were here. I observed customer after customer arriving hungry with a yearning for falafel goodness, and when handed that sandwich left with a fanatical look in their eyes. Continue reading Holy falafel Batman! Mamoun’s Falafel in NYC is the shizz!→
I really hate myself at times like this. Why do I put myself in a position to be sitting in front of a mountain of hot greasy potato goodness after doing countless reps in the gym and laps on the treadmill? Why am I force feeding my face in a frenzy of delicious sauce covered fries with no end in sight? Why are my arteries screaming bloody murder? “No mas! No mas!” they scream, but I am deaf to their cries. All I want to do is sit here in carbohydrate bliss and eat my Pommes Frites!