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There's a Middle Eastern hole-in-the-wall take-out joint on the corner of Couscous St. And T'ajeen Ave. in Little Libya, downtown San Diego, 'Ye Olde Falafel Shoppe', two blocks down from a Little Libya landmark, 'Omar's Tents', a right-out-of-the-souk looking, awninged booth crammed full of colorful tents and back-packs and a beggar looking chap named Bouba who stands out on the sidewalk in front of the store, balancing on his one leg and beating on a darbukka, 'rented a tent, rented a tent, rented a tent a tent', to draw in customers, homeless Libyans, who flock there every night to rent tents to pitch on Dog Beach (where the highly discriminated against and insulted homeless Arabs are forced to sleep) after which they then form a line stretching down to the falafel shop to purchase their evening falafels from the mean-spirited and short tempered falafel maker, Hannibal, who will, at the drop of a kaffiyeh, shout 'No falafel for you! Next!' and is known as 'the Falafel Nazi', but I don't think it's the same guy.