Ali Baba

So picture the scene — I’m walking home and it’s late. Really late. so late it’s almost early and far too late to be walking home in the cold of winter.
I want to eat (and yes I’m more that a little inebriated) so I swing into Ali Baba on my way home. Everything looks a little… funny (and trust me, that’s not just because of the beer goggles) so I decide to play it safe and get something that no takeaway in the universe can mess up… Or so I thought…
Falafel is not hard to make. Putting falafel into a pitta with some salad should not be difficult. Evidently somewhere along the way, something is getting lost here as this was one of the most god awful things I have ever eaten.
It’s always hard to describe exactly how something tastes bad; after all I tend not to eat bad stuff all too often, so my points of comparison are pretty limited — but hey let’s give it a try.
The pitta was all hard and old. Like eating smelly felt. The salad was limp and tasteless. And the falafel? Well it tasted like soap. But not the clean kind, the dirty kind. Dirty soap.
I’m always loathed to completely ward people off a place because of one bad experience but this was so bad I threw it away. I never throw food away, especially not when I’ve paid for it. Seems like there’s now an exception to that rule and being as I don’t want to have to throw away more food, I won’t be going back to Ali Baba.