Hummus of the Old CityA rabbi, an imam, and a Catholic priest go to Jerusalem together. Instead of a punchline, they and friends tell me where to get the best hummus. I end up doing more Stations of the Chickpea on the Via Dolorosa than Stations of the Cross over the next few days. The city is the finest locale I've ever had the dish in, but with surrounding proteins and vegetables and pickles so good, you might just want to save some of the calories for later.
Tala
Damascus GateTala Hummus is a delightful tourist trap just inside the newly-cleaned Jaffa Gate, in the shadow of David's Tower, just across from Gloria's Hotel. Prices are fixed and the signs are in credible English. For about $6-8, lunch is a large bowl of hummus (hommos, hummous, and homous are more common transliterations in the region) with your choice of topping, an excellent cucumber and tomato salad, pickles, pita, and falafel. This version had pickled, slivered mushrooms, generously dusted with sweet paprika and dosed with good olive oil. Consistent with experiences throughout this particular trip, the hummus was served slightly warm from fresh processing. I can't tell you a thing wrong with this: creamy, citrusy, muted garlic, abundant.

Their falafel was peak - succulently moist on the interior, redolent of freshly picked parsley and cracked cumin, hinting even of cloves. Why doesn't it work like that here? I sense an NYC bagel hard water / wine terroir exegesis incoming.

The fettoush was beautiful, but their mint had not yet been delivered, so it was a bit too similar with the standard table salad to warrant an extra order. The torshi in it were crisp and salty rather than my preferred aggressively sour.

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Lina, on St. Francis / Shchunat Hanotzrim on the steep way down from the New Gate to the Via Dolorosa, was busier with local activity, although since I walked past it daily for a week, I did catch a few hummus pilgrims stopping to pray, cameras in hand. This place is well documented online; here is a good video (YouTube skirmishes come with the territory, cf. comments):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gKurIIKsDOoI went with the standard chickpea hummus for comparison, although they are better known for large morning plates of the more textured and layered mesabha. I was told by several hummushands that Lina was edging Abu Shukri of late, and while it was softer and smokier than Tala's, and served with a bit more love, I would put it in the middle of the pack, which is still a notch above anything I've had previously. Lina's hummus features a prodigious amount of olive oil, which I applaud. Any garlic is a whisper.
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Abu Shukri, a third-generation stalwart on Al-Wad where the Via Dolorosa jogs over, is a dim cavern of a room with crowds split on several observations between tour groups and locals. It is well-loved for good reason. A dedicated juice stand (constantly provisioned from the alley) turns out short, inexpensive glasses of remarkable citrus nectar. Housemade harissa is thin, salty, and fresh. Quartered onions for dipping are well-cleaned and almost impossibly sweet. If the pita is nothing special, the hummus is most distinctive here - whipped almost into a foam, and served with tiny stewed chickpeas (and pine nuts, in my case), little tahini, and judicious garlic, caramelized in flavor. This is a completely aerated and apotheosized chickpea.
Abu Shukrihttp://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=pl ... IJ4jymzDpAvideo: Alex BudmanThis said (and eaten), the best hummus I enjoyed on this journey, which included much outside the walls as well, was at
Abu Kamel, in the Muristan, the above-ground labyrinth of shops at the heart of the Christian Quarter. This had it all going on (except autofocus): creaminess with some tug, balanced spicing, winter citrus shining through, mellow garlic, and bright herbs.

Uniquely, the olive oil was added here tableside, from a bubbling metal beaker; it was poured smoking hot into the crater, and seared some of the garnishes, releasing a small amount of smoke. Gimmicky or other-traditional, it added to the experience, but I think the core dish would have sailed with or without it. Another special that day was aromatic, fatty rice with minced chicken bits and sumac:

I loved the signage and hosts, and went back another day for
cheps,
fol,
coffe, and shawarma. The last was one lower note, since I arrived late in the afternoon after the spit had been closed, and they had to (earnestly) prepare me a sandwich from some new unmarinated breasts on the griddle. Thankfully, I had plenty of other entries in that category as well.