A welcome addition to Champaign.
The grilled chicken and flavored sausages were great. To say the rice was served generously would be an understatement. The meat was swimming in it.
The quail was okay. Maybe I just don't like quail. It was like chicken in the form of frog legs. All those tiny little bones slow a guy down!
The falafels were great!
Holy Land could use some help from anyone who has ever arranged a room or decorated anything, ever. The carnival-style fiberglass bench seating is mounted atop exposed plywood boxes, which appear to have been built by the owner himself. Needless to say, the quality of the food greatly exceeds that of the atmosphere.
The orders were taken and the food was delivered by a waitress, but when it came time to pay the bill, the waitress told us "Whenever you're ready to pay, I'll meet you up front at the register." I thought this was bizarre. Just do it like every other restaurant in the world.
Our caucasian waitress was friendly, but left me with the impression that Rantoul was about as close as she ever got to the real Holy Land.
I've uploaded a few photos. Of the restaurant. Not the waitress.