The Falafel I grew up eating — memory as a review

I grew up eating Falafel and have strong opinions shaped by memory. The version here triggered that recognition in the first bite — the warmly spiced was right, Medjool dates was handled the way it should be.

Israeli cuisine is shaped by Jewish diaspora traditions from across the world fused with local Levantine ingredients. Growing up it was always a Carmel Market street stall, which shaped my reference point entirely. Israeli wine alongside it is the only way it makes sense to me. It's hard to be objective about food you have emotional history with, but objectively: this is very good.