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| Mixed Falafel Platter, Taim Falafel, West Village, Manhattan |
Not to get my family worked up but I recently thought about dying.
Not the depressing 'when will I die' or how, but something that actually
matters! Like what will be the last thing I eat before I pop!
I take stuff like this pretty seriously. So please give me your
full attention. I will only repeat what I'm saying on this post a million more
times. If you happen to still know me in my last days on Earth, the best thing
you will do for me is to bring me back food from Taim Falafel. I will bless you
forever (if you don’t, chances are I will come back to haunt you in the shape
of a falafel.)
My husband had been talking about this place for a while now. And
as with most other things that he likes, he sold this place to me endlessly. I’ve
had some pretty awesome Mediterranean food in New York and I didn’t think
anything I ate elsewhere would trump that. So obviously, I prepared myself to
feign some fake excitement when I actually did visit.*
But boy, did I end up eating my words. And also the best meal I’ve
ever eaten under 15 bucks. Maybe even the best meal ever.
Taim is like being hugged on the inside. Comfort food away from
home. Something you know you will keep coming back to. It's a small,
hole-in-the-wall, nestled in the West Village, and if you're looking for
ambiance, you're probably better off staying away (believe me, you're not). But
if you want to turn into a believer of all things good that exist on earth,
visit Taim.
We got the Mixed Falafel Platter which is basically a sampling for
3 falafel flavors on a bed of Hummus, Israeli and Tabouli Salads and an
assortment of sauces. The falafels are earthy, fried to perfection, nutty,
moist, greaseless, the pita fresh, warm and soft, the hummus rich and to die
for, I'm still struggling to figure out what the sauces were but you probably will
be too stuffed to care by the time you’re done.
Each
time I eat something life-changing, which is actually not that often, I always
think about how it must be my last meal on earth. So a friend recently told me
that I would die just from eating all the things I want to eat before I die. But
this time I just know – for my last meal on earth – nothing else but Taim would
work! What about yours?
*Dinesh, if you actually do read this blog, that sentence
means nothing.
