the falafel story2 mars 2005
before my office (the library) opened this morning i took a walk around downtown to kill some time. i ended up walking south on olive and on the corner of 7th an arab dude hands me a flyer, which is a flyer for his, or his friends, restaurant called cafÃ© downtown. there were some arabic writing and a menu on the flyer. among the middeleastern dishes i found falafel. yum, i thought. so when the office finally opened i sent off an email – not from my computer, but from one of the public computers in my office, because wifi was down – to kaye asking her if she and stacie were up for some falafel for lunch. kaye replied that she was going to have lunch with some people at work so i decided to try it out all by my self. around twelve, when the staff had put a technician onto the wifi-problem, i headed down to the restaurant. i entered a building that looked more like an office building where i had to sign in like you do in, yes, an office building. then i followed a long corridor deep in to the core of the building where i found the restaurant. i ordered a falafel plate – insisted to have it even though the man behind the counter suggested some meat stew from the buffÃ©t (’this is already warm!’) – and sat down to read my newspaper, LA times. a few minutes later the food arrived and i ate it. falafel with salad and tahini + pitta bread. there were some dressing in a package next to the salad but i didn’t use it. the falafel tasted allright, a little bit over-fried, but otherwise ok. when i was done with the food, i left the restaurant, the house and headed back to my office, where internet was up and running again. end of story.