Edna’s Falafel

Falafel artist

Before Annie, Sara and I went to The Moth reading at Cooper Union Thursday night, I went to Edna’s Falafel (formerly known as Chickpea) on Third Avenue and St. Mark’s. Seriously the best falafel sandwich I’ve had…maybe ever. The falafel was crispy on the outside and hot and soft (and green!) on the inside, served on delicious fresh pita. I was going on and on about how great it was, snapped some photos of the place and went back to eating. However, in an effort to get myself in trouble for no reason wherever I go, the story couldn’t stop there.

After taking a bite of my sandwich, a giant man with gray hair and dark eyesFalafel artmaterialized before me. He’s wearing an apron and in his accent asks, “Is there a problem over here?” I’m thinking, “Oh my god, what?” He said he was either the manager or owner and that he saw me taking photos. Where the hell did he come from? Was he watching me via video in some secret room? Taping my phone calls? 

“I just want to know if there is a problem.”

“No. I really like this falafel.” I could tell he didn’t believe me.

“Why were you taking photos?” (I just finished reading The Monster of Florence and his questioning had me paranoid the police were on their way to get me).

“Just for a memento.” I gulp. I’m sweating. Feel my face getting flushed. “Are we not allowed to take photos?”

“Oh no, you are. Just wanted to make sure there wasn’t a problem over here.”

For the record, I don’t plan on opening a competing falafel shop or bombing the place or reporting it to any sort of sanitation police. I really like the falafel here and highly recommend it. Just beware of taking photos.

Sarah Mikutel