Fallafel Attitude

So we're going to assume that you took my previous advice of paying a visit to Stuart in his wine shop in the 5th arrondissement. I will guess that, if this is indeed the case, you may have been somewhat 'inspired' to make a night of it. So today, feeling slightly less gleeful and perhaps a tad regretful (blame that 4th bottle of rosé - or hell, just blame me) you awoke this morning feeling significantly less than sparkling. Well, as ever, I am your girl.

After numerous occasions as described above, having abandoned myself selflessly to the roll of guinea pig (hangover included), I can safely attest: get thee to Fallafel Attitude. As soon as you are able to roll yourself out of bed and steel yourself against the idea of the frenetic electricity that ignites the Marais district, you need to eat falafel. Lots of it. A big serve of it, dripping with harrisa, juicy with freshly roasted aubergines, with loads of fresh vegetables crammed into the pocket of pita that will completely engage your full attention for the next 10 minutes as you attempt to stuff the delicious morsel into your mouth without loosing any of it to the pavement. This is your cure, people. Heal thyself.

(OK, these falafels are also really great when you don't have a hangover but you do have a handful of loose coins in your pocket and a rumble in your belly that loudly says 'lunch'. It's just that a hangover makes everything taste that-much-better. I've had the falafel at Fallafel Attitude in both states, and trust me - they are great either way).


Fallafel Attitude / Chez H'anna (indoors) / 54 rue des Rosiers / 75004 Paris / Ph: (00)01.42.74.64.99 / Open daily except Monday / Metro: St-Paul


(NB: no guinea pigs were harmed in the aforementioned exercises)

(NB #2: yes, I have two different spellings for falafel here - both the French and the English. It's not a typo - it's the name of the business... don't shoot the messenger...)