nedhepburn:

Zankou Chicken might just possibly the glue that binds this insane city together. imagine, if you will, a beautiful angel shitting the most delicious roasted chicken into your awaiting mouth from a great height. now imagine they make their own garlic sauce. now imagine that the usually surly Armenian people that run the joint are like the nicest people in the world and hook you up with a small hummus and pita bread if you ask nicely (but they have to know you, its sort of like Goodfellas except way less exciting).

the chicken here is so cunting good that Beck referenced it in his amazing song (and arguably best white-person slow jam of the last ten years) ‘Debra’.

i miss living around the corner from Zankou. falafel pita ftw