I went for a late lunch to Salam, the G Wiv/VI approved falafel depot in the strip mall just south of the brown line station on Kedzie, in sunny Albany Park. I've tried most of the things on their menu - when fresh, the felafel are spectacular, crunchy and hot, and at 19 cents a piece, a middle eastern bargain. Kerensa had a felafel sandwich yesterday, we shared a slightly soggy spinach pie. I had a beef shawerma sandwich, which was very good, especially doctored up with a slab of pickled turnip and a dollop of the by-request-only ground jalapeno relish. I rounded out this lunch with some mediocre kibbe - it had been sitting on top of the counter for some time, and I think they may have microwaved it to bring up to serving temperature. I had carrot juice too. It tasted just like carrots.
I love the pickles and olives at Salam, and really enjoy the beef shawerma.
Gary has written about the schedule of specials at Salam on
previous occasions:
G Wiv wrote:Monday is upside down rice, which I understand is an inverted mix of rice, lamb, cauliflower, potato and various vegetables. I mentioned upside down rice to The Mayor of Chicago Chowhound, Vital Information, and he seemed quite familiar with the dish, hopefully he will chime in with a more accurate description.
Tuesday is stuffed grape leaves
Wednesday is stuffed lamb
Thursday is small rolls of rice and meat stuffed cabbage
Friday is soup with lamb and rice on the side.
Saturday the daily special changes, but he seemed to imply the Saturday special was a bit more 'special' than the rest of the week.
All the daily specials come with pita, olives, pickled turnip and salad.
Yesterday's extra special saturday special was stuffed cornish game hen, but it was so special that by the time we rolled around at 4:30, it was all gone, and couldn't be had for love or money. Although, in retrospect, I guess we didn't try love yesterday, maybe next time.
We made a post-prandial pilgrimage to Al Khaymeh, the supermarket, which is still open while undergoing massive renovations. I got some yoghurt, some sharp bulgarian feta, a pound of beef/lamb sausages (the spicy kind, i wanna say makloub, but i wanna say lots of things, and that doesn't make what I wrote any closer to the actual name of the sausage in question), a dollar bag of plain rolls, some chickpeas, a bag of extra large pita, and a hunk of super-sweet (too sweet) halvah that was sweating on top of the meat counter. All night last night, as I waited to get hungry again, I fantasized about grilled makloub sandwiches on those perfect little rolls, with cucumber and feta and tomato, and doused with a spoonful of middle-eastern-bakery brand harissa, which since I tried it at VI's house, I've been incorporating into almost every meal I eat at home.
While we waited in line at Al Khaymeh, I witnessed a mini-drama unfold - a man carrying a toddler, 10 plastic wrapped smoked herrings, and a can of grape leaves was accosted by a tough looking operator, who tried to take the herring out of his hands and pay for them himself. The poor father turned his back on the operator, and tried desperately to avoid this forceful goodwill. I felt like I had witnessed a scene from the Lebanese Godfather, in which the young son get his first impulse for revenge against the overbearing local heavies that humliated his daddy with charity in the grocery in front of everbody! Everybody! It gave an otherwise prosaic afternoon a hint of epic grandeur.
On the way back to the car, we stopped at the bakery next door to salam, (where the proprietors were digging into an shawerma dinner and a tin of mosabha from next door). Does anyone else feel that the quality of the baklava-style sweets here has gone downhill since the old palos heights palestinian owner went away? My favorite shredded phyllo log was harder and sweeter than before, and the white colored pan of vermicelli pistachio goo had a sour edge to it.