It's not called Red & White anymore, but it still is a middle-eastern place that serves falafels. Avoid it at all costs. The guy slapped together a falafel using a couple of overcooked, stalefalafel balls lying around, slapped on some greasy spread, and barely heated it up in its paper wrapping. Charged more than any of the other good falafel joints within a three-block radius, and said a surly goodbye. It was stone-cold and awful. I only hope I don't get sick.