Darling patio overlooking Central Expressway

I can sum up my international lunch experience at Fadi’s in two words: hummus.  I’ve been to Fadi’s before (two time!) but I went with people like me who don’t speak gyro and didn’t know what to order.  Here’s where my Korean, Palestinian, Indian and Pakistani whoa-di’s come into play.  Ice, Lazycake, Huzzy and Slowmoh (real names withheld to protect Foodgarbl’s privacy policy) accompanied me to the Fadi’s off of Knox/Central to ensure I would have a true international experience of Mediterranian bamfness.  My last trip included a falafel (bleh) and baklava (meh) so I needed something to prove why Fadi’s was still on and poppin.  ENTER CHICKEN AND LAMB SHAWARMA.

Serve it Shawarma not Shacolda

Lazycake was super generous and bought a round of meat pie’s (you are), hummus and some puffy taco sponges for dipping in the hot chickpea mess.  The hummus was ballin out of control and the spongebob pita monster ovenmits were addicting.

You're a Meat Pie

I ated it

Puffy Taco Little Dippers

The chicken shawarma comes with garlic tahini sauce but I was all “oh hell naw” and instead requested a couple tubs of tzatziki.  Smart move on my part.  The gyro torpedo was the shizzle.  Lazycake had a craving for Mediterranean backyard so she ordered greek salad, tabbouleh and “quit looking at my” fatoush.  The tabbouleh was a bunch of parsley, tomatoes, bulgar and spices ground up into a mezze mess.  (Hey kids, let’s learn something!  Mezze is an Arabic word for selection of appetizers).  The greek salad was not correct b/c they served it drenched in weaksauce.  I don’t remember what the fatoush was so I’m just going to use it as a derrogatory word from now on.

Who let the hippie order?

The meat and cheese pies were like going to a Beck concert and having Nickelback open up for him – disappointing when you know greatness is coming.  The meat pies looked adorable behind the counter and there was a sign that said “Meat Pies $.89″ so what were we supposed to do, walk past it?  I’m going to warn you up front about Fadi Dadi’s – it’s confusing.  You think it is a buffet of some sort but it’s really like a Moroccan Luby’s.  Be prepared to sample all sorts of ill shiz a la carte.  Or play it safe and order the shawarma you fatoush.  Would I go back to Fadi’s?  Yes.  Would I venture out and try something new?  No.  Because I’m skerrd.  And because the shawarma rocked my face.

Warren Buffet

Kebob Barkers

number 33 like my Uncle Barkley

Jimmy Buffet