i've been having this torrid romance with falafel.
to the extent that, with alarming frequency, i have consumed falafel for multiple consecutive meals. and when my friends go out with their friends and their friends order falafel, my friends now think of me.
this past weekend i ventured to the wild hinterlands of the suburbs and went to what may go down in history as The Lebanese Restaurant Of Our Lives. and yeah, the woman at the register may have had a black eye and the man who ran our cards was cleaning a knife covered in blood, but we feasted like vicroys and reines before a table filled with more slaughtered lamb than i've ever seen. and had better falafel than we could ever in our wildest dreams endeavor to deserve.