Day 104: Falafel Pita w/Potato Crisps (Don't Need to Tell Me It's Why You're Fat)

Falafel Pita w/Potato Crisps (from Falafel King)

Greek food is healthy. Granted, this is a pretty universal truth--it's probably one of the most healthy cuisines on the planet. Of course, that's not saying much, but it's still saying something.

It's also saying something, then, when you can bring a nice quaint cuisine like Greek food to America and turn it into a fair food fried legend. This falafel pita topped with fried potato slices was simply heavenly, but it did make me feel like I had just stuck my face straight into a deep fryer and inhaled its boiling contents.

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Featuring ridiculous and (and some scarily not-so-ridiculous) things like this:

A giant meatball stuffed with spaghetti, marinara sauce and ricotta cheese.

Day 21 (3.24.12): Falafel Pita with Greek Side Salad (Food for the Greek Not-So-Gods)

 

Falafel Pita with Greek Side Salad

Status: Restaurant (this new Greek fast food joint at the mall)

Satisfaction: 7. Deep-fried the heck out of those falafel, though.

Associated with: The Aeneid

 

Greece--those are the people who had something to do with epic poetry, right? How stereotypical of me. Fortunately, I'm allowed to stereotype (it's one of the few meager rights still left to me after school has sucked the rest of those "inalienable" ones out of my soul), so Greek food means Greek stories. Poetry. All that jazz. Now I'm just sitting here trying to imagine a bunch of hungry Greeks sitting inside the Trojan horse, waiting, and eating--what? Why, falafels...of course.

Day 4: Falafel Wrap (Please Stop that Dynne)

Day 4: Falafel Hummus Tzatziki Veggie Wrap

Status: Restaurant (Panini Cafe)

Satisfaction: 8. A good, solid falafel fix.

Associated With: The Phantom Tollbooth (the Awful Dynne)

Try saying the word "falafel" slowly out loud. Falafel.

Now try saying it five times at a moderate speed (or, for that matter, try typing it five times in a row--it messes with your brain). Falafel falafel falafel falafel falafel.

What you probably got, if you were saying it right, was probably something like "flahhfull." Or, if you slow it down just a bit more like I do, you'll get something that sounds like "felt awful"--which, for a food name, is not a terribly appealing one.

Nevertheless, that's just what you get. Felt awful. And anytime anybody talks about anything being awful, my mind inevitably pops to the Awful Dynne. You know the one...

"What is a DYNNE?" asked Milo when he had recovered from the shock of seeing him appear.

"You mean you've never met the awful DYNNE before?" said Dr. Dischord in a surprised tone. "Why, I thought everyone had. When you're playing in your room and making a great amount of noise, what do they tell you to stop?"

"That awful din," admitted Milo. 

"When the neighbors are playing their radio too loud, late at night, what do you wish they'd turn down?"

"That awful din," answered Tock.

"When the street on your block is being repaired and the pneumatic drills are working all day, what does everyone complain of?"

"The dreadful row," volunteered the Humbug brightly.

"The dreadful RAUW," cried the anguished DYNNE, "was my grandfather. He perished in the great silence epidemic of 1712."

So there you have it. I wouldn't be surprised if, with such a terrible-sounding name, falafels make a din--excuse me, Dynne--all of their own.