“The Best Falafels in Town”
If not for the queue which was absent from the rest of the food stalls, I would have laughed at this bold assertion and walked away. But if I did, I would have missed out on some stellar falafels and so I was glad to have followed the herd (this time, at least). The falafel man was a quiet steady man who displayed no frazzledness, or emotions for that matter, even when the queue snaked across the courtyard. Working alone, he fastidiously fried the falafels and served them up with either pita bread or the “whole lot”; a mixed of Middle Eastern salad, pickles topped with a thick yoghurt-based sauce. The falafels were orgasmic. I like to see myself as an adventurous soul and I have tried my fair share of falafels but never tasted anything so good that made me think all others I raved before were nothing compared to the plate in front of me. My lunch was good for several reasons. First up, it was freshly deep fried. With the high turnover and small fryer, the falafel man was constantly throwing them into the hot oil. The result was a thin crispy crust surrounding the soft, moist chickpea and parsley filled meatball. I heard the “crunch” the moment I bit into it. The well-seasoned and generous parsley provided the flavour. The salad – with its contrasting temperature, mushier texture, and refreshing taste – only heightened the goodness of the falafels. This plate alone alone definitely warrants a trip to Prahran.