On a recent trip to Israel my husband was proud to introduce me to the favorite eateries and old haunts of his studying days. We walked into Miro's falafel joint in the Meah Shearim neighbourhood, and I immediately felt the authentic Israeli flavor of the place. Old fashioned gas stoves from decades gone by, the smell of spicy sauce and falafel balls in the air, and loud camaraderie between customers and owner. My husband proudly pronouncing that they made the "world's best shakshouka," I of course, promptly ordered it. It was good. Very good in fact, and was accompanied by so many wonderful condiments, crispy falafel balls, and of course warm pitas.
Ohad, the son of the owner my husband fondly remembers, runs the store today together with his brother, and they serve up their wonderful fare using the simplest of cooking methods, a basic, tiny kitchen, and a big and friendly open smile. He kindly shared his recipe with me.