Holy Land Grocery & Bakery

Take a friend. Make him drive. Order a falafel wrap for yourself, because of this map, a falafel plate for him, because he can't eat gluten, and a side of tabbouleh, because you like to have fun sometimes. The day is cold; ask for tea. When your food is ready, and you're done ogling the trays of homemade baklava, the jars of beans, the boxes and boxes of scoop-your-own tea-by-the-pound, leave that palace of incandescence. Drive around the corner, and sit on the bleachers in Kilmer Park, shivering, watching the empty baseball field like you're two male leads in a coming-of-age film, passing the tea back and forth to warm your fingers. Open the bag: there's a paper bundle, for you, and a plastic container, for him. As it turns out, the falafel plate is just a falafel wrap with fries, so eat your wrap and watch your friend pick the falafel out of the bread with the spork you keep in your backpack. When he's done, you can use the strips of his leftover pita as tabbouleh spoons. Your fingers are too cold, and you drop tabbouleh on the ground, but most of it makes it into your mouth. Five stars.