Pita Hut was more than willing to customize their falafel sandwich for me. I asked for hummus instead of tahini, and to include a cucumber salad in the pita, but I ended up with both hummus and tahini, and cucumber salad on the side...I didn't even realize the cucumber salad was on the side and not in my sandwich until after I ate half of the pita, and gave the mainly red cucumber salad to Charlie. As far as the falafel is concerned, I really liked it - it wasn't spicy or greasy, however towards the last few bites, it started to taste piney - in the way that bad gin tastes like a chirstmas tree. Regardless of my list of negatives, I still enjoyed my falafel sandwich and look forward to utilizing the delivery service further down the road.
Charlie ordered the Mixed Grilled Combo - sounded too mysterious for me, but Charlie was game. Turns out he consumed three different animals: cow, chicken and lamb - judging by the magnatude of Charlie's grumbly burp, he enjoyed all three. On the selection of cuisine, Charlie said it is not his "go to food, but its good to shake it up every once in a while."
* NOTE: I apologize for the lidded photo - I don't quite feel comfortable undressing other's food.Crista tried falafel and liked it! We are thinking its because it was deep fried, and anything deep fried is going to taste good, but the important thing to note here is she tried something new and liked it. For her main course, Crista (and Manny) ordered the Chicken Kabob with Vegetables and thoughly enjoyed it, she would prefer to leave the detailed review to Manny...so Manny, its all up to you:
Emmanuel Vozos edition:
Chicken Kebab (w/ vegetables) to the face on a mf Wednesday! (10pm Law & Order).
Every once in a while, a lunch will come along that is served in just the right portion, under such perfect conditions, it will launch you into the second part of your day with such positive energy that you won't know what to do with the smile on your face, (even as you try in vain to get that last thread of chicken breast out from between your teeth.)
Today, friends, I encountered such a lunch, and the world is better for it. The chicken was juicy and spiced just right. The vegetables were grilled with an expert hand: the skins of the peppers crisp, the flesh warm and of a succulent zest, the carrots, while surprising in their attendance, became a welcome addition to the medley of onion, pepper, brocolli and cauliflower. All fresh and in your face.
The side salad and hummus combination was like a detour down a small sandy road while taking a lazy sunday stroll down to the brook to skip stones and spying a doe lapping up som cool refreshment. Unpredictable but emotionally gratifying.
Hummus needed more garlic.
Every once in a while, a lunch will come along that is served in just the right portion, under such perfect conditions, it will launch you into the second part of your day with such positive energy that you won't know what to do with the smile on your face, (even as you try in vain to get that last thread of chicken breast out from between your teeth.)
Today, friends, I encountered such a lunch, and the world is better for it. The chicken was juicy and spiced just right. The vegetables were grilled with an expert hand: the skins of the peppers crisp, the flesh warm and of a succulent zest, the carrots, while surprising in their attendance, became a welcome addition to the medley of onion, pepper, brocolli and cauliflower. All fresh and in your face.
The side salad and hummus combination was like a detour down a small sandy road while taking a lazy sunday stroll down to the brook to skip stones and spying a doe lapping up som cool refreshment. Unpredictable but emotionally gratifying.
Hummus needed more garlic.
And finally, without further adieu, we have Winton's very first posting...or dialogue for that matter:
Winston edition:
I want chicken, I want liver, meow mix, meow mix, please deliver.
Psych, totally kidding.
Do you like grapes? You do? Well that's awesome, because I'm
not allowed to eat them - unbelievable right? I know! In fact, I can't
have any dried fruits. Isn't that wild? Totally limits my palette.
Anyway, let's talk about what I can eat - for food, sickos.
Wellness. It's nutritious on so many levels I feel like I'm
in a commercial for God. Anyway, it's tough when you're hungry
but also delicate like a peach. Crista hooked me up with some
Wellness and my culinary needs have been met head on (see 11/11).
I get all the vitamins, minerals and proteins that a celebrity pup like me needs
to go out there and impress Princess Hilton and that Beverly Hills
Chihuaha. (Total slut by the way).
Still don't mean I wouldn't like to be hand fed some grapes one of these days.
Gotta go, I see something shiny.
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