Overview:
Stay away. Truly horrible on many levels. The fare was over-priced, under-seasoned, questionably hygienic, and inaccurately described on the menu: basically a rip off. I frequently get better shawarma from street vendors in lower Manhattan. If we had been in the dining room instead of our living room, having ordered take-out, several dishes would have been sent back, and, frankly, there's a good chance we would have simply left midway through the meal, whether or not we were asked to pay extra for more bread, as other reviewers have noted occurs.
Review:
My family and I are big fans of Mideastern cuisine and my cooking career included a stint with a falafel caterer from Algeria by way of Egypt. And we live close to this restaurant. That substantially increased the impact of the disappointment of our meal, though the food we were provided was quite unfortunate on its own. There are some meals that are merely bad, and some that induce actual anger. This place falls into the second category. Here's the breakdown:
Shepherd salad: cubes of cucumber, tomato, and onion, some herbs, and vinegar. What could go wrong? Well, a mild but unmistakable flavor of rancidity, and an utter lack of seasoning, was the first suggestion that ordering from this restaurant was a mistake. The menu said there was parsley in this salad. I really hope that was the source of the greenish material floating among the onion and cucumber pieces - but there simply was no flavor from it whatsoever.
After carefully reading the menu, my daughter selected two of the Lebanese Ajeen appetizers, described as "Lebanese open faced phyllo pies". She chose cheese Ajeen along with an Ajeen with "hot chili with onions, tomatoes, pomegranate and olive oil", instead of ordering an entree.
My daughter is 12, but she certainly knows the difference between phyllo and wedges of pita. Really, one cannot be mistaken for the other, and my daughter was genuinely expecting light, flaky pies with a topping, as described in the menu. This was a very reasonable expectation, but one which Tabouleh utterly failed to satisfy without any discernible excuse.
The cheese on the first Ajeen was thin and absolutely without flavor. How can cheese lack any flavor? This is just one of the mysteries of the Tabouleh kitchen, I guess.
It turns out that flavorless was a good thing. The chili Ajeen was inedible: a piece of pita smeared with a gelatinous, sweet and thoroughly loathsome mess. Take a look at the accompanying photograph: the rough and randomly-chopped chunks of onion that topped this appetizer suggest that it was amateur night in the kitchen. I would not have noticed or cared if the appetizer came anywhere close to what was described in the menu and/or if the flavor had been enjoyable. Instead, Tabouleh offered a loathsome and cheap substitute for the savory pies described on the menu that could not be swallowed without gagging.
As an aside, I have eaten dozens of Ajeen I purchased from the delis on Atlantic Avenue in Brooklyn when I lived in Cobble Hill. The size of a typical Ajeen is roughly the size of a small Frisbee, and they cost around $3-$5 each. I expect a bit of a mark-up in a restaurant, but for for $11, each order of Ajeen came with 3 or 4 triangles of pita bread. This added insult to injury.
I had lentil soup from the menu. No complaints. Thick, decent flavor.
The humus tasted more like tahini and had a similar consistency. Maybe the same budget that only gave is 4 pieces of pita bread to accompany our entire $71.07 meal was responsible for the complete lack of garlic or any seasoning whatsoever. Ugh. Really loathsome.
The baba ghanoush was "eh". That, and the lentil soup, was the high point of the meal - especially when one considers that the shawarma combo platter I ordered was utterly without flavor. When you cannot readily distinguish chicken from beef without visual cues, it's time to reconsider one's choice of kitchens. I don't expect shawarma to be juicy exactly, though good shawarma often is succulent, fragrant, and, yes, moist - but this stuff was like jerky from a plastic bag from a convenience store that sat in a car over the course of a sunny weekend. I frequently get better shawarma from street vendors in lower Manhattan. This stuff tasted like the crusty material those vendors scrape off their grills at the end of a shift. Actually, that's not quite accurate: I bet that crusty stuff has a lot of flavor. This leathery material had none, though for this restaurant, that might be a good thing.
My take out order took them 25 minutes to make. Maybe they were having a bad evening - but there was not a single diner in the restaurant when I ordered or when I returned. As I know I won't be back, I will be among this group in the future. Ugh. read more