This is one of my favorite hidden lunch spots in the city, despite it not actually being very hidden. I see other people have dealt with a female shop keeper, but every time I go it's Frank. And Frank is gruff and on point. Don't expect masturbatory groveling complete with smiles, instead look forward to a great meal made by someone who takes the time to craft each dish with care - from scratch. The shwarma is amazing, though get the chicken and not the meat, and the falafel is the most authentic you'll be able to get your hands on in this city. Finally, I normally hate baklava, as it's normal dry and and made of prepackaged philo, but the baklava served here is almost reason enough to drive all the way out to squirrel hill.