L'As du Fallafel

Friends Raffi & Natasha are currently staying with us. Hard-core Paris-philes, these folks have their own "best of" list when it comes to the City of Lights. High on their list of things to do while here: a trip to the Marais for a spécial from l'As du Fallafel, arguably the best fallafel in the WORLD!!!!!! There's always a line, but it's worth the wait.

The ritual holds such a sacred place in Raffi's heart that he wrote a poem about it:

When you go to l'As du Fallafel,
Take care to eat your spécial well.
For there's nothing in the world more cruel,
Then laisser tomber par terre une boule.

Despite this warning, both Agnes and John managed to drop one quarter of a boule each. We think the shot below is the better of the two, although Agnes is not in it.

Comments

[Dave K]

"We think the shot below is the better of the two, except for the fact that Agnes is not in it."

Other than that, how was the play, Mrs. Lincoln? Particularly since Agnes appears to be wearing her recently-completed blue shawl underneath her coat.

Good eye, Kums!

Actually, that's a blue mohair scarf I knitted . . .

[Wade]

Even Paris neophytes Wamie (Wade and Jamie) had heard about the great L'as de Fallafel and tried to grab a bite there on our last half-day in Paris. Alas, the renowned eatery was not set to open for another twenty minutes and we were already running late to catch our bus to the airport. Sadly, we resigned ourselves to "no fallafel for you." But it gives us one reason (as if we didn't have enough already) to return to Paris again and partake of the wonderful hospitality of John and Agnes.

[David Aserkoff]

wow - can't believe i missed Raffi and natasha. carman9 runs deep. hope they're doing well.

[Paul Lasron]

That's the Lenny Kravitz felafel place, right? Very good, but it's kind of sad standing in the street eating your felafel. There's another great felafel place, without any seating, across the street from the Hotel George V, maybe a block or so towards the Seine. It's called.....(anyone?)?