Nine times out of ten, Phil and I are discussing food in the car. Ten times out of ten, Phil and I are discussing food on the way into New York. “Where are we going to eat? What are we going to eat? Let’s get something we can’t get in Bethlehem (which, if you live here, you already know is pretty much everything). Let’s get FALAFEL.” I swear to you, we talk about falafel every trip into the city.
Ironically, we’ve never actually purchased falafel – together, that is – until today. I don’t know what made today different .. Maybe it was the crisp fall air? Maybe the yummy drinks at 202 gave us the kick we needed? Who knows. The stars aligned and 20 minutes after business was wrapped up for the day, we found ourselves standing outside Taim Falafel & Smoothie Bar in the West Village.
I went with the traditional green and Phil chose harissa (Where’s the fun if we both get the same thing?). Honestly, it might have been the best falafel I have ever eaten – no lie. And to top off the sheer deliciousness of our lunch, they were perfectly constructed too. This means that I not only bit into freshly fried and perfectly crispy falafel when I started my lunch, but there was also freshly fried and perfectly crispy falafel at the bottom of my pita. Brilliant! Just when I thought I was down to lettuce and dressing, Voila – more freshly fried and perfectly crunchy falafel!
So the next time you’re in the city TALKING about falafel, do yourself a favor and hit up Taim at 222 Waverly Place. It’s so much better than just TALKING about falafel.




A late night excursion at