"I ordered the Falafel Platter, Muhammara, Three-Way Labneh, and Kunafa for dessert. If you know anything about Kunafa, you know it’s an Arab cheese pastry drenched in sweet syrup and topped with pistachios, just as their menu describes. But instead, I received a shriveled pastry that bore little resemblance to Kunafa, shaped in a circle, with unknown nuts and no cheese at all. When I called to inquire, the person on the other end said, "I don’t know how Kunafa is supposed to look, but that’s Kunafa. The cheese is made in the dough." Seriously?
They also substituted my Three-Way Labneh with hummus. I thought I’d give it a try, but it was like brown water—totally disgusting, with an awful consistency and no flavor whatsoever. Next up was the Muhammara, which tasted like watered-down red pepper. Not exactly a surprise given the quality so far.
Now for the Falafel, which was supposed to be the highlight of the meal. Upon opening the container, I found a mound of yellow rice topped with four burnt brown balls. Against my better judgment, I took a bite. It was dry and unappetizing. I tried to salvage it by dipping it in the tahini, hoping for some flavor, but it tasted like someone had gargled with it and spat it back out.
This place is truly a disgrace. I was really hopeful about having a decent Mediterranean spot nearby, but if they can't even handle the basics, they might as well close up shop. I grew up on Arabic food, and I feel personally offended and embarrassed by the slop they dare to call food. To the owner: you should be ashamed."
