One thing I really love about NYC is stumbling across little gems of places at odd hours of the day and feeling that they are your own and no one else’s. It’s an essential part of living in a city that I didn’t realize I missed until visiting this place - a perfectly vacant, modest, but exceptionally good Egyptian restaurant with the smokiest, most delectable babaganoush and nuttiest hummus I’ve tried.
Finding these secret spots and making them my own is reminiscent of living in London, first finding my way as a young adult in a huge city. When I found a place like this that struck the rare balance of delicious food, friendly service and an absolute lack of hype, I’d visit on a weekly basis, feeling it an extension of my home. I only wish the East Village were any closer.