I came to Sunnin about a year ago under the recommendation of the my Yelp superstar friend Jenny, and it has since then become a steady favorite of mine. I've become a regular at this restaurant, and only order the Shish Tawook and falafel every. single. time. Maybe it's the crack in the garlic sauce, or maybe it's the crack in the Lebanese salad, or maybe it's the crack in the fresh, warm balls of falafel, or maybe it's the crack in the tahini sauce, or maybe it's the crack in the chicken, or maybe it's the crack in the rice... but all I know is that there is some kind of unnatural drugas narcotraficantes in that food, because you will literally have physical cravings for it. I took my totally aweshum friend Dicko (that's his sick tat) to this restaurant, and had to deal with his withdrawal texts later on throughout the day. And randomly throughout that week. Sometimes, I even hear him whisper Sunnin to me in my dreams.
Serio my peoples, the sooner that Sunnin is in your belly, the closer you are to culinary sanctification.
1776 Westwood Blvd
Los Angeles, CA 90024
p.s. I'm almost done with the flu. Praise the Lard for Dayquil.
p.p.s. Kids, don't mix Dayquil with Nyquil. Ever.