There is a tiny hole in the wall foul and ta'ameya (felafel) shop in Khan el Khalili, down a narrow alleyway from Hussein Square on your right as you are headed for the famous coffee shop Fishawy. I usually go upstairs on some of the world's steepest and smallest stairs to sit at one of the four tables above the shop for lunch, but today I was with a friend and we decided to sit outdoors with our sandwich. The menu is limited but the output is delicious. The patties of ta'ameya are fried in oil in a deep copper pan at the ground level of the restaurant. In the winter this warms the entire passageway, though it isn't so great in the summer.
Monday, October 13, 2008
The Felafel Man
Labels:
food,
food production,
Khan el Khalili,
men,
work
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3 comments:
mmmmm. wish I were there.
we have falafel in the Village, but I bet it is nothing like this..
Nothing like a local dish in the locale. Your descriptonis so apetitizng.
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