Shawarma Abouelafia — Restaurant in Tel-Aviv

This place is a tourist trap!!!!!!! They just want your money and don't want to offer you something good for the money you offer!!! I ordered chicken shaorma in a lafa, they put cold chicken in it that was cut before i arrived there for sure, the chicken had tendons in it, not a good quality of the meat, the one who prepared the shaorma didn't have the patience as i was telling him what to add next, he wanted to close it faster and get rid of me, but there were no persons behind me at that hour. The potatoes on the side i ve received were a few french fries, half of a potatoe or something.. First we arrived, we wanted to sit at a table, they told us to sit down, that everything was fine and then after that, they asked us to get up and moved us in another place. The staff seems like there is no communication between eachother, they have no patience and just wants you to leave faster. The tables are not clean, they are greasy. Never...

When in Jaffa and looking for a feast stop by Shawarma Abouelafia! First the authenticity of the place take the attention and right away you entered an authentic middle eastern place that provides you cool shelter and nice ambience. The lighting is nice and a fresh breeze goes through the restaurant. Servants are very attentive and friendly.

We got beef kebabs and a mix of chicken and beef shawarma. The beef was done medium-rare and it was very tasty and juicy. Shawarmas was not in a wrap form it’s build your own shawarma as they provide you all the ingredients to make your own if you want to wrap.

Right away we were served with a Mount of food in the form of falafel and fresh humus and 15 different salads to taste. Lavash was served as well. There were only two of us but the amount of food they served us was enough for four very hungry people for sure!

We enjoyed the dining experience and would definitely recommend...

Today, I had the pleasure of experiencing what might just be the worst shawarma in human history.

I ordered takeout. The cashier politely asked, “Laffa or pita?” I said laffa, obviously.

Fast forward to the counter, where the guy announces they’re out of laffas but lucky me they have a “fresh baguette.” A baguette. For shawarma. Sure, why not? Let’s get weird.

Except the “fresh” baguette was about as fresh as a history book. And the real kicker? That glorious, glistening shawarma spinning on the skewer like a ballerina in the spotlight… was cold. Stone cold.

I’m pretty sure the meat hadn’t been heated for at least half an hour, which is exactly the kind of thrilling food safety adventure I wasn’t looking for.

Overall? A masterclass in...