I've been having a slew of bad luck with falafel in SF, but lucky for me my long distance personal trainer knew just the place in DC to set me back on the track to falafel joy (and french fry joy, since no falafel joint worth its salt doesn't also serve stellar fries; in this case with choice of ketchup, peanut sauce, and Dutch mayo.)
The strategy: order a toasted whole wheat pita filled with three piping hot falafel. Then take the falafel out of the pita and fill the pita pocket with toppings from the extensive topping bar. Why is all this necessary, you ask?
Because Amsterdam Falafel is insane! Look at all the things you're allowed to put in your falafel! The one condition is that you're allowed to fill your pita once and only once, so you have to decide very quickly what you want and don't want. It's really tough. Luckily, there are pump machines of tahini and garlic cream sauce that you can get unlimited amounts of.
The strategy: order a toasted whole wheat pita filled with three piping hot falafel. Then take the falafel out of the pita and fill the pita pocket with toppings from the extensive topping bar. Why is all this necessary, you ask?
Because Amsterdam Falafel is insane! Look at all the things you're allowed to put in your falafel! The one condition is that you're allowed to fill your pita once and only once, so you have to decide very quickly what you want and don't want. It's really tough. Luckily, there are pump machines of tahini and garlic cream sauce that you can get unlimited amounts of.
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Falafel... droool... nice toppings bar too!
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