I'm not kidding either, because this is right outside Madison Square Garden, and nothing in my limited experience is bigger and smokier than New York. Of the places I've been, Shanghai probably comes the closest in terms of overpowering size and potential to intimidate, but it's still not New York. The City of Angels. Or something.
Well, with that gratuitously racist half-assed joke flowing rapidly under the bridge and off into the sunset, let's away.
I also love the questions that the chef asks while making them - "Chili sauce? White sauce?"
Max's Kosher in Wheaton, Maryland. This sorta hit the spot, a little, although without the topping bar at Max's (preserved lemons?! Shut up!) it felt a bit anemic.
Y'know why they call it falafel? Because it makes you feel awful!
I wanted to find a link, but instead I leave you with a whole wiki page about the halal cart nearby on 53rd and 6th. WTF?