Turn down Rue des Rosiers, a cobblestone street in the Marais and you will find yourself in a falafel paradise. Resist the temptations of the men that act as falafel “dealers,” who promise you that their falafel is “the best” and find yourself at the end of the road, in front of Chez Hanna. 
Congratulations, you resisted the smells of all the other falafel joints to find yourself here, a true culinary gem. 
The roasted and toasted eggplant on top of the falafel is worth the trip itself. 
Ask for sauce “picante” to spice things up. 
If you don’t have enough time to sit down, you are also able to order outside for “emporter.” I, however recommend taking the time to sit and indulge.
Person I would take as my date: A fellow admirer of Middle Eastern cuisine
