I'm not sure exactly who Mr. Falafel is, but he serves up some killer eats at a reasonable price.
I have a passion for good sandwiches under 5 dollars, and MF's falafel sandwich (only $4) fits the bill. Mr. Falafel is located on Fourth Street and 7th Avenue in Park Slope, but delivers to at least a 10-block radius. The mashed combination of chick peas and secret spices is scooped like ice-cream into a vat of oil, and fried on the spot. Make sure that they add the mysterious spicy sauce (which I believe is tahini-based, meaning that it is made from a paste of ground sesame seeds) so that the sandwich maintains its moist, juicy texture. The sandwich is the perfect size, and comes in a little pita pouch that you can eat on the go.
Whenever I visit MF (which every year is in the double digits) the guys working there seem kind of lonely, and I know that they want me to stay and eat there, but take-out really is the way to go. It's more fun to eat MF on the wooden benches in front of Connecticut Muffin, but if you're with a date you should remember two things: 1) have a napkin ready, it could get messy and 2) NO ONIONS (You should be able to figure out why, and if you can't you probably don't have a girlfriend anyway)
The guys who work here are really nice. MF gets an A for service. For example, they are probably the only restaurant in Park Slope that will deliver to a street corner. Stuck at the monument at Ninth and the Park? They'll make it happen.
Also, random anecdote: I took a girl here, and we were wondering what one of the vegetables on display was (a mysterious, pink item). They turned out to be turnips, and our server offered us a free sample, placing the pink turnip slices at opposite sides of a fork a-la Lady and The Tramp. It was pretty crafty, although I wouldn't recommend the turnip itself: it was slightly sour. Anyway, the servers seemed pretty happy with themselves, and I got a free kiss out of the deal.
I have a passion for good sandwiches under 5 dollars, and MF's falafel sandwich (only $4) fits the bill. Mr. Falafel is located on Fourth Street and 7th Avenue in Park Slope, but delivers to at least a 10-block radius. The mashed combination of chick peas and secret spices is scooped like ice-cream into a vat of oil, and fried on the spot. Make sure that they add the mysterious spicy sauce (which I believe is tahini-based, meaning that it is made from a paste of ground sesame seeds) so that the sandwich maintains its moist, juicy texture. The sandwich is the perfect size, and comes in a little pita pouch that you can eat on the go.
Whenever I visit MF (which every year is in the double digits) the guys working there seem kind of lonely, and I know that they want me to stay and eat there, but take-out really is the way to go. It's more fun to eat MF on the wooden benches in front of Connecticut Muffin, but if you're with a date you should remember two things: 1) have a napkin ready, it could get messy and 2) NO ONIONS (You should be able to figure out why, and if you can't you probably don't have a girlfriend anyway)
The guys who work here are really nice. MF gets an A for service. For example, they are probably the only restaurant in Park Slope that will deliver to a street corner. Stuck at the monument at Ninth and the Park? They'll make it happen.
Also, random anecdote: I took a girl here, and we were wondering what one of the vegetables on display was (a mysterious, pink item). They turned out to be turnips, and our server offered us a free sample, placing the pink turnip slices at opposite sides of a fork a-la Lady and The Tramp. It was pretty crafty, although I wouldn't recommend the turnip itself: it was slightly sour. Anyway, the servers seemed pretty happy with themselves, and I got a free kiss out of the deal.
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