I had my first taste of falafel in Paris, France exactly a year ago.
I thought I had died and gone to heaven.
Here is the thing, there is only ONE PLACE in the WORLD to get killer falafel. To get that amazing falafel, you have to go to Paris, France. To a place called Las Du Falafel.
The falafel there is so good that the restaurant has a cult following.
Let me tell you, everything just has gone downhill since that falafel in Paris. Thinking about it makes me weep a little inside. It was that good.
Since last year, I haven't had really good falafel. Until now.*
For the uninitiated, falafel is just absolutely splendid stuff: garbanzo beans that have been ground and molded into balls or pancakes, that are then lightly fried.
What could be better?
You stuff the falafel in some pita bread, with some tomato and lettuce and sour cream and hummus. And then... You eat it. And you die and go to heaven.
Now you don't even have to go to Paris. Bummer, I know.
*Just for the record, my mom and little brother Jacob actually made this, and my other brother Michael took one of the pictures. They're a talented bunch.