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| - Fattoush (pronounced "Fuh-too-shh") is essentially one of those hole in the wall, ethnic mom-and-pop dives people always yearn for when craving something a little more authentic. After several consistent recommendations from friends, well, I finally gave in to pressure.
First off, it is not in a "sketchy location," really. No more "sketchy" than many pockets throughout central Phoenix. So it's not Chandler or Surprise? Get over it. I rather relish any hints of urban grit. It's called living in a real city.
The interior is unremarkable, there is no atmosphere, however, it's clean. After seating yourself, someone brings you a menu. After eating at Fattoush on just a few repeat occasions, you will quickly become familiar with everyone who works there, and who knows, ended up addressing many of them on a first-name basis.
Minus the few noticeable, more Mediterranean and pedestrian items (read: the Greek salad), Fattoush, for the most part, serves noticeably authentic food. In fact, it's probably one of the most genuine Middle-Eastern establishments you'll find in Phoenix. From their baba ghanoush and falafel to their tabouli and lamb kebabs, the food tastes fresh, and frankly, like it should.
Nothing on the menu is priced unreasonably. In fact, it's fairly cheap. Serving such good food, I'd be willing to pay a lot more. The service is never overbearing. If you go expecting someone to be circling your table every few minutes, asking if everything is alright, if you wanted another drink, etc., you will be disappointed. This is not Pita Jungle or the Cheesecake Factory, and, thank god for that.
I probably eat there now two or three times a month, and it's consistency comforting. If you truly love Middle Eastern food beyond hummus and lentil soup, you will truly love Fattoush. It would be worth a visit.
I am truly glad I discovered it.
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