Falafel tou Psyrri — Restaurant in Athens

If wine is the blood of the Gods then gyros and falafel wraps from Falafel του Ψυρρή are their marrow and bone. It was a warm, sunny mid-march afternoon when my friend and I, famished from our explorations that morning, happened upon this small outlet. Enticed at first by the most agreeable prices we drew nearer to enquire about the menu and inspect the work of the chefs more closely. What we found made us draw breath for before us was no mere takeaway, but a group of artists engaged in a noble project worthy of the highest praise. Each man amongst them freed from the drudgery of menial labour by the pride and skill that they poured into their craft. We ordered. For me a falafel wrap and my friend a chicken gyros. Our chef carefully laid out each wrap and began to assemble a tapestry of ingredients which charmed the eye and wetted the tongue. Salad, pickles, cucumber, beetroot, a sprinkle of parsely, and to top it all off a drizzle of pomegranate. Next came the falafel, homemade right before my very eyes and fried in a ring shape so as to ensure the inside was cooked the same all over. And lastly brushstrokes of garlic sauce and Hummus boldly and beautifully placed. The genius of these gentlemen was clear to see. The arrangement of the filling was delicate and considered; not too full, not too messy, but composed. Each wrap was then tenderly placed back on the hotplate and covered with a flat, heated lid giving the bread a crispy finish. What delightful, unexpected display was this? When all was done and we thought that our serene friends must be finished we were sent into raptures by their final flourish. Having wound our wraps in paper like Christmas presents from your favourite aunty, they were adorned with a healthy spoon of hummus, filling that void so often found between the start of the bread and the goodness within...bravo, truly bravo. Having said so much I will leave you to decide on the taste. I'm sure you can guess my thoughts. Long live this happy band and may their work be seen by all. P.s. the photo below is a box they made up for me for my...

I am a bit sad about this rating but the experience there was quite apart from the 4,7 Stars they got. First of all the food: The Falafel’s with cheese were good but not spectacular, however the Hummus tastes very plane. The Falafel wrap wasn’t liked by any of my buddies. The fries meanwhile were terrible. They were cold, soft on the outside and hard on the inside. (Even though we had takeaway, we stayed literally 2 mins away in the same street so that can not be the reason) But so far so good, the food is eatable. While the people seemed quite friendly, the order was missing sites that were clearly on the menu or had wrong items. First of all we ordered cola zero, but even after making sure they gave us normal cola. Then the sites to the Fries were missing; On the menu were ketchup, garlic sauce and coleslaw, we’ve got barbecue sauce instead. Then there are supposed to be vegetables to my Falafel’s which I thought would be adding to the basic flavour of Falafel’s with hummus. However with vegetables they ment 3 slices of tomato, 2 slices of cucumber and a sliced pickled cucumber. Altogether the experience is far apart from the advertisement and the way they portray themselves. Therefore I would not recommend eating at this location, even though the spot could be interesting for good street food, but...

I’ve eaten falafel on three continents — from street corners in Cairo to tiny cafés in Brooklyn — but nothing, nothing, prepared me for the culinary transcendence I experienced here in Athens.

From the moment you step inside, the warm aroma of freshly ground chickpeas and fragrant spices wraps around you like a welcome hug from a long-lost friend. The falafel here isn’t just food; it’s a love letter to flavor. Crisp on the outside with that perfect golden crunch, yet pillowy-soft inside, each bite bursts with herbs so fresh you can practically hear them whisper, “OPA!”

The pita? Fluffy clouds of heaven. The tahini sauce? Velvety, nutty, and just the right hint of lemon — the kind of sauce you want to bottle and guard like treasure. Even the pickles and salad feel carefully curated, not thrown together, each element balancing the others like a well-rehearsed Greek dance.

Service is as warm as the Mediterranean sun. The staff don’t just serve you; they adopt you. They guide you through the menu with the same passion an artist has for their masterpiece, making sure you leave not just full, but blissfully happy.

This place doesn’t serve falafel. It serves joy. It serves Athens itself on a plate.

If you’re in the city and you don’t eat here, I’m not saying you’ve made a mistake… but yes, you’ve...