Roti, 1747 Pennsylvania Avenue NW
My latest vegetarian obsession is Roti, the Mediterranean place near the White House. I love the falafel there, because their version is unlike what is served at Amsterdam Falafel, Zaytinya or Maoz. Roti plays hard to get, which is why I’m consumed with it. It closes at 5pm and is not open on the weekends. That’s why I rarely get to eat at the delicious Chicago transplant. Today, an errand took me to 17th street and I gleefully got in line. Oh, I should mention the line. It is long, and thus a testament to the scrumptious nature of Roti food; the good news is, Roti is fast about wrapping up chick pea fritters in warm laffa bread, so the line moves.
After paying, I asked three questions of the jovial immigrant from Africa who assisted me.
“Is there wifi?”