Cheapo, refreshingly unslick Israeli joint favored by expats, budget eaters, and NYU dorm rats. Fat falafels, crack-like Turkish coffee, and the Jerusalem Grill. Our Israeli judo champion friend (jeez, we really should stop dropping that before people start to think we're annoying) likes this place. Since she could easily kill us, we're not about to argue.
All your Middle Eastern favorites, served with a bit of sass ("just don't say humus").