The Unvegan

Fit for a king. Or sheik. Or whatever.

In the quest to finally find some good schwarma in LA, I made my way to a little Lebanese place called Sunnin Cafe.  I have fond memories of delicious Lebanese food back in Michigan, so I hoped that this place would be at least a little awesome.  Getting there was a little confusing, though, as it appeared as though there were two Sunnins, right across the street from each other.  On further inspection, it looked like the larger of the two is unopened and the small place will be moving in there soon.

The inside of the little cafe gave the appearance of a generic diner.  There were seats

Mmm spinning meat.

at a counter and no more than ten small tables.  The big difference, though, was the strong smell of the Middle East and the rotating spool of meat where a deep-fryer might typically belong.  I also loved that they made no effort to hide the fact that the cooks were Hispanic.  It’s a pretty widely known fact that kitchens of ethnic restaurants all over LA are filled with Hispanics, despite the fact that waiters and such fit into the ethnicity.  It was refreshing to see that Sunnin didn’t hide that aspect of their business.

We ordered some “hommos” (love the spelling) to start things off.  Continue Reading»