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I believe that this culinary treasure is just too far away from my house. Even if I didn't already love the city...this spot might be reason enough to move to Paris. If you are anywhere near 34 rue des Rosiers 75004 Paris... don't miss it!
On a recent trip to Paris we rented a flat in Le Marais. It was November. Cold and cloudy... but Paris is always perfect in my book. On our first night, my husband headed off to Monoprix with our daughter for groceries. I remained at the apartment getting settled with our boys. I knew we were close to the famous L'as du Fallafel. In fact, it's close proximity helped seal the deal on which flat we rented. I told our boys to bundle up...we were going 'in search of'...
We headed out. In less than 10 minutes we were right in front of the busy and colorful L'as du Fallafel. The pedestrian street was filled with people. We stood in awe of the bustling scene. We placed our take-away order and stood back, waiting. We kept standing. Waiting. Something seemed a bit off, but I wasn't sure what.
Finally, some sweet, knowing soul approached us and kindly mentioned that we needed to give our receipt/ticket to the guys in the window on the left...as they don't actually make the food until they have this slip of paper in hand. This step is missed by many. Once you know the trick, it's easy to feel like an insider. A local.
My boys and I carefully carried our dinner back to the flat. The portions are huge! The fallafel - delicious! Now, if only they would open a spot in Boulder.
Here's a Mark Bittman piece about L'as du Fallafel in the New York Times. Seems this is a regular stop for him when he's in Paris. Smart man.
Thanks for reading. More tomorrow.