Absolutely OUTSTANDING falafel. Quite possibly the best in Montreal. Cash only.
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
Recommended dishes: Falafel Sandwich
Medo & mar
Bad attitude, never smile, good food.
Atmosphere: 1
Food: 5
Service: 3
Khaled Ramadan
Worst service, the lady was rude, I just left. It’s not the first time I go there..
Atmosphere: 1
Food: 4
Service: 1
Turbo S
The old lade is very very rude not respectful at all They are very dirty , she doesnt wash her hands and she doesnt wear gloves Also 12 pieces of fallafel for 21$ bunch of scammers
Simonda El Rachkidi
The best falafel in town!
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
Recommended dishes: Falafel Sandwich
M D M
Best falafel in laval. Not fancy but the real deal
Atmosphere: 3
Food: 5
Service: 4
Noah C
A 5$ falafel wrap that is delicious, wow
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
las4200
Best falafel in laval/Montreal. Been coming since a child and still the best I've ever had.
Raphaël Sylvestre Bouchard
Social sensitivity
“I’ll have Swiss cheese, but I’m allergic to the third hole.”
My father was always fond of flat jokes. He thinks of a play on words, a comical comment, he says it out loud, without restraint, with a goofy smile plastered on his face, inevitably satisfied with his move.
“Bouchard is “popcorn” in Lebanese.”
Sometimes he adds more to prolong his pleasure.
“My students called me “Mr. Popcorn””
And I, on my side, thinking in my heart:
" Misery… "
But it was not always like this. When I was a teenager, I in no way formalized my father's humorous attempts (and this, paradoxically, knowing how sensitive teenagers can be). I didn't tense up thinking about what these listeners might think of him (or me). I was more carefree, in a way. Is this better than being (too) socially sensitive?
As I walked through the door of Falafel Freiha, I warmly greeted the lady behind the counter, but I didn't get the same cordiality in return. No smile, no hello, no movement of the head at most. From then on, I began to worry that my father, who rarely goes out to restaurants so often, was going to be put off by the service (and by extension, the meal), already that he had criticized the front of the place, finding it to be old, ugly , pitiful, I no longer remember it exactly. My pleasure from an outing is intimately linked to that of the other, so a threat to the pleasure of the latter is a threat to mine as well. There is almost nothing worse for my mood than a negative mind. Am I doing right to give so much weight to the opinions and perceptions of my companions?
However, my father does not have a delicate palate and he is easily satisfied with everything with almost the same enthusiasm. Never, ever, have I seen him swoon after taking a bite of something, or lament about a dish being too much this, too much that, not enough this, not enough that. No, because the main goal is to spend time with me, not to have a special culinary experience. So, what makes it through his esophagus is secondary, but telling me how he captured and “squawked” squirrels is the main thing.
“I want to show you some pictures of the squirrels I have…”
“No, no, Dad, please. We're going to eat there! »
In the end, the meal went very well and my apprehensions were in vain. First, the owners were friendly and happy to have us at their table since the majority of customers were ordering to go. The lady, with two curlers in her hair, came to have a chat with us (“I was once the queen of Lebanon, did you know that?”), gracing us with multiple smiles.
Secondly, the falafels did not disappoint! Fried, with a crispy crust and filled with tender goodness, we greedily topped our pita breads with a generous layer of their homemade taratour sauce, tomatoes, etc. A few newspaper articles (The Gazette) and notebooks hung proudly on the walls and served as decoration in an otherwise bare room. “The best falafels in Quebec are in Laval,” the Tastet article bluntly declares. It's up to you to judge, but with the best falafels in Quebec, I might have expected to be "knocked over", feet above my head, but that didn't happen.
What I can guarantee you, however, is that, like the hungry customers who were lining up before the restaurant even opened, you will be treated to a unique experience. Suggestion: sit down with two or three people and get to know the owners (who turn out to be endearing after a little warming up!)
Price for two people: $26 (a dozen falafels with side dish and pita bread). P.S. It was for my father's birthday. Happy birthday, dad! I love you.
Vegetarian options: They only sell falafel so...
Parking: The parking lot is extremely narrow. A young lady
Best experience ! Good taste and only 5$ a falefel ! Nice lady :)
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
T
Very rude lady, unpleasant the whole time, basically insulted me for wanting to get a certain amount of falafel and not her recommended amount, never going back
Absolutely OUTSTANDING falafel. Quite possibly the best in Montreal. Cash only.
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
Recommended dishes: Falafel Sandwich
Bad attitude, never smile, good food.
Atmosphere: 1
Food: 5
Service: 3
Worst service, the lady was rude, I just left.
It’s not the first time I go there..
Atmosphere: 1
Food: 4
Service: 1
The old lade is very very rude not respectful at all
They are very dirty , she doesnt wash her hands and she doesnt wear gloves
Also 12 pieces of fallafel for 21$ bunch of scammers
The best falafel in town!
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
Recommended dishes: Falafel Sandwich
Best falafel in laval. Not fancy but the real deal
Atmosphere: 3
Food: 5
Service: 4
A 5$ falafel wrap that is delicious, wow
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
Best falafel in laval/Montreal. Been coming since a child and still the best I've ever had.
Social sensitivity
“I’ll have Swiss cheese, but I’m allergic to the third hole.”
My father was always fond of flat jokes. He thinks of a play on words, a comical comment, he says it out loud, without restraint, with a goofy smile plastered on his face, inevitably satisfied with his move.
“Bouchard is “popcorn” in Lebanese.”
Sometimes he adds more to prolong his pleasure.
“My students called me “Mr. Popcorn””
And I, on my side, thinking in my heart:
" Misery… "
But it was not always like this. When I was a teenager, I in no way formalized my father's humorous attempts (and this, paradoxically, knowing how sensitive teenagers can be). I didn't tense up thinking about what these listeners might think of him (or me). I was more carefree, in a way. Is this better than being (too) socially sensitive?
As I walked through the door of Falafel Freiha, I warmly greeted the lady behind the counter, but I didn't get the same cordiality in return. No smile, no hello, no movement of the head at most. From then on, I began to worry that my father, who rarely goes out to restaurants so often, was going to be put off by the service (and by extension, the meal), already that he had criticized the front of the place, finding it to be old, ugly , pitiful, I no longer remember it exactly. My pleasure from an outing is intimately linked to that of the other, so a threat to the pleasure of the latter is a threat to mine as well. There is almost nothing worse for my mood than a negative mind. Am I doing right to give so much weight to the opinions and perceptions of my companions?
However, my father does not have a delicate palate and he is easily satisfied with everything with almost the same enthusiasm. Never, ever, have I seen him swoon after taking a bite of something, or lament about a dish being too much this, too much that, not enough this, not enough that. No, because the main goal is to spend time with me, not to have a special culinary experience. So, what makes it through his esophagus is secondary, but telling me how he captured and “squawked” squirrels is the main thing.
“I want to show you some pictures of the squirrels I have…”
“No, no, Dad, please. We're going to eat there! »
In the end, the meal went very well and my apprehensions were in vain. First, the owners were friendly and happy to have us at their table since the majority of customers were ordering to go. The lady, with two curlers in her hair, came to have a chat with us (“I was once the queen of Lebanon, did you know that?”), gracing us with multiple smiles.
Secondly, the falafels did not disappoint! Fried, with a crispy crust and filled with tender goodness, we greedily topped our pita breads with a generous layer of their homemade taratour sauce, tomatoes, etc. A few newspaper articles (The Gazette) and notebooks hung proudly on the walls and served as decoration in an otherwise bare room. “The best falafels in Quebec are in Laval,” the Tastet article bluntly declares. It's up to you to judge, but with the best falafels in Quebec, I might have expected to be "knocked over", feet above my head, but that didn't happen.
What I can guarantee you, however, is that, like the hungry customers who were lining up before the restaurant even opened, you will be treated to a unique experience. Suggestion: sit down with two or three people and get to know the owners (who turn out to be endearing after a little warming up!)
Price for two people: $26 (a dozen falafels with side dish and pita bread).
P.S.
It was for my father's birthday. Happy birthday, dad! I love you.
Vegetarian options: They only sell falafel so...
Parking: The parking lot is extremely narrow. A young lady
Atmosphere: 3
Food: 4
Service: 4
I love it
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
Recommended dishes: Falafel Sandwich
Restaurantji Recommends
Very bad food and the worst service ever
Atmosphere: 1
Food: 1
Service: 1
Best experience ! Good taste and only 5$ a falefel ! Nice lady :)
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
Very rude lady, unpleasant the whole time, basically insulted me for wanting to get a certain amount of falafel and not her recommended amount, never going back
It reminds me of my home country
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
I don't recommend it
Atmosphere: 1
Food: 1
Service: 1
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