Nish Nush — Restaurant in New York

As great philosopher Katy “Socrates” perry once said, “swish swish bish.” And as I, also a great philosopher in my own right, once said, “nish nush tish tush”. Kathy Terry is a poet unlike any other we’ve seen in any society, from the most civilized mammals to the least; however, in this case, I believe I have the upper hand in my statement, as mine acknowledges the beauty and aesthetic of the food that is able to be consumed by my mammalian innards at Nish Nush.

From the moment that one enters the restaurant, one is met with an extremely welcoming atmosphere. This is best captured by the disposition of the people behind the counter, who stand eagerly, ready to take your water bottle and fill it for you. I had them to do this 7 times for me as it is impossible to quench my never ending thirst. The people taking your order don’t understand British English, but why would anybody want to learn such a stupid and objectively primitive language? As I stood before the counter, mouth dry as a desert, waiting for my water bottle to be filled for the 8th time, I pondered whether there is any need for the continued existence of the human race. Then, my mind was changed as the food arrived in haute fashion.

The first thing I noticed was the piles of cabbage on top of the pita bread wrap, looking slimy and sexy as ever. I was so overjoyed when, upon taking my first bite, my mouth filled with this substance rather than any of the other contents of my sandwich. I expected that this bite would drain the cabbage reserves for a while but I was completely wrong. BITE AFTER BITE the cabbage slime coated my mouth and permeated the chickpea-laden tables and well mopped floor. The cabbage started levitating ft. DaBaby, but this was not all! As I watched in amazement and slight titillation, the glob of wet cabbage multiplied in size! Before I knew it, it was the size of the entire table! Then the entire restaurant was filled was cabbage both of the purple and green variety. It was as if Thanos and the Hulk had been fighting together and both exploded into delicious and succulent cabbage juices. Finally, their heavenly falafel — which came in a variety of three different shapes: round, square, and wet puddle — came to save the day. Though it was barely the size of the cash register, it managed to get a meaty arm around the cabbage monsters neck and slam it down to the chickpea while the whole restaurant watched and cheered.

Just another day in New York. The insurance company refused to pay out the store for damages, but I know what I saw. I will now go to every cabbage field in the world and set it to flames. Vengeance...

Tonight we went to Nish Nush Financial District to eat dinner at about 8:30PM. The lady taking the order did not ask us if it the order was to go or to stay. She did not tell us that you were closing at 9:00PM.

We got our food at about 8:45 PM and received it in to-go bags, not trays. But, unaware of the impending closure , we decided to sit down and eat at your establishment, where several other tables had diners as well.

About 10 minutes later, we noticed that the music and the air conditioner had been turned off and suspected that soon you were going to close.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, the lady who took our order and another young lady told us that we had to leave because the restaurant was closing and both of them had to depart. They said they could not leave us there with "the guys in the back." One of them said she had to go and pick up her daughter.

We resisted and they insisted, which led to a tense give-and-take. We finally relented, feeling we could no longer enjoy our food as we were being kicked out in the middle of our meal.

The ladies said that we should have known that you were closing at 9:00PM when we placed the order and the one who took the order, claiming to be the Manager, said she could not remember whether she had warned us or not about the closing time when we ordered.

As we left and asked for the owner's name, the Manager said that complaining to Ejal would not make a difference.

These two tough women were never downright rude, but they kicked us out in the middle of our dinner. We can't call this anything other than poor customer care and will not return to your establishment, even though we have enjoyed your food multiple times before.

There are too many choices for eating in New York City for anyone to have to put up with this kind...

I ordered the Classic Forever sandwich—and let me tell you, it lives up to its name. A falafel fantasy stuffed with creamy hummus, crunchy Israeli salad, silky tahini… all wrapped in a pita that, well, felt a little like it missed the invitation to the flavor party.

But let’s not get stuck on carbs—because the falafel balls? Oh, the falafel balls! Golden-crisp like they just stepped out of a sunbeam, soft and herby on the inside like a secret whispered in a spice market. These weren’t your run-of-the-mill dry hockey pucks—these were handcrafted bites of joy.

The hummus? Smooth and dreamy. The Israeli salad? Crunchy, bright, and full of life. And the portion? Generous. Like, four falafel orbs of glory—I couldn’t even finish the sandwich, though my taste buds begged me to try.

If they ever start baking their own pita, this place might just dethrone the falafel king himself. (Speaking of which—Turco in Midtown, I still see you.)

Bottom line: this sandwich slaps. It sings. It crunches. It comforts. And if you’re on the hunt for a legit falafel fix in NYC, this spot deserves a place in...