I like these guys. A friend and I stopped here and ordered fallafels and frites. They handed me a bag and we took off back to the apartment. In the bag were only fries. Off I went back. Huge line when I got there. Went to the front of the line and the guy taking orders said, “Why did you leave without your fallafels? I was running after you but you didn’t hear me.” They made up fresh ones and off I went. Delicious dinner.
Not as cement-colored as it most likely is. Maybe should be called Process of Rubblization.