Breaking my Unilocal silence to argue that this might be the best falafel sammich I’ve ever had. Having been raised in the Middle East, I am extremely(and I do mean EXTREMELY) hesitant to say that this might be the best. We’re in Paris! The stall was manned by a couple of Bangladeshi guys! The falafels were reheated in a microwave! The pickles were cornichons, not pinked turnips! And perhaps my biggest pet peeve: lettuce instead of parsley!!! And yet. And yet… the fresh bread made to order! The falafel were moist and not bland! The generous drizzle of tahini! Did I just find falafel nirvana at a place that shares space with a Royal Crêpe?!(Had to ask for a cheese only manakeesh(or as the Parisians say, man’ouché!) after the falafel sammich because the bread was so darn good!). Stop by here after some gorgeous jazz at the Duc Des Lombards. Worth it.