It is late. I was out late last night. It seems like a dream. I had four hours sleep - and I remember walking to the station after having a falafel served by an Iraqi who I shall meet again - nice guy - and the snow - oh the snow when you are drunk falls differently - it was like Edward Scissorhands kind of snow :-))) . I managed to make it back - had a very short sleep - then up to wait for the bus. I just thought of the falafels in Paris. It originated in Egypt among the Copts, but the Iraeli's claim it as their cuisine - sure enough the best falafels are to be found in the Marais in Rue des Rosiers.
There are a couple of places that attract queues of tourists. While they are tasty and well worth lining up for - I regularly went to another place which I loved - it was in the Rue de la Huchette area a place that is chock a block with cheap ethnic cuisine restaurants - the quality depends on your stomach rather than your palate - :-) . No but there are good places and bad places. I had tried most - a lot at the lower end. I found that the atmosphere made up for the food - and if I had a beverage to go with the meal - usually that balanced things out. What I liked about the falafel stand - was the fact the guy there remembered me - and always gave me extras - sometimes gave me one free - and was always ready to smile when I came along - and of course I always introduced his place to visitors.