81 King George
Sun-Thurs 11-24; Fri 10-17; Sat 11-24
On the bustling street of King George you will find yourself a fantastic treat, a Galilee-style hummus joint right in your backyard. Sturdy wooden tables fill the small space bordered by plants in Rasta colored pots, and each wall is splattered with red, yellow and green paint from corner to corner. The vibe is relaxed and comfortable; you are made to feel like you are family, no matter who you are. Our waiter Jian explained to us with a genuine smile, that he feels the best part of Hummus Abu Dabi is the eclectic vibe; at any moment you have Christians, Jews, and Arabs all working there. Just like Israel, the environment is a balanced clashing of cultures and backgrounds. The owners are Gal Silam and Samir Ayub.
What do we love about Hummus Abu Dabi?! They own a record label. You read correctly, not only tasty hummus, but tasty music as well. You can visit their MySpace page, to see the many rockin’ beats they are promoting: The Apples, Ayuba Sound, Soulico Crew, and many more. This is one of those places that make you appreciate living in Israel. The hummus is delicious – I thought I wasn’t hungry, but ended up finishing off my friend Noah’s portion. Noah and I agreed the chips were perfect, some crunchy some soft, not greasy, and hot hot hot. We loved the harif they served with the hummus, it wasn’t just your regular spice that sets your mouth on fire, they make it with spices and herbs so it has just a touch of wonderful flavors. Time and time again they proved their genuine love for customer satisfaction; if you miss free refills on soda, they give you free refills on hummus! A tell tale sign of good service, perception and insightfulness, the staff knows what you want, even when you don’t know you want it. Jian came over when Noah and I were savoring our last bits of pita to finish off our plate of hummus and asked, “you guys want more pita?” I looked at Noah, he looked back at me “Nah” we say, “we’re good!” Nevermind, Jian throws over a hot pita just in time, and we devour it instantaneously.
You look back into the restaurant, towards the kitchen, and wonder where all the magic comes from. All you can see is a small boxy interior painted in pastel green, and a few guys with Rasta hats keeping their rastot (dreads) up and out of the way.
Photos: Rachel Brender