One of the things I’m discovering about restaurants in Japan is that they don’t care about being open when people want food. They tend to limit their hours, and the hours posted on the web don’t always match the hours that they’re open.
The falafel was the best part of the meal. The rest was not worth the wait.
The ingredients were good, but the flavors were dull. This might be because we’d just left America, where one could argue that everything is either too sweet, too salty, or too fatty. Either way, we both thought it was merely ok.
I’m also skeptical that it is as authentic as they claim, given that everyone working there was Japanese. They were playing Israeli music, though.