The NYT shares the odd story of two Beirut falafel joints, right next to each other, both with the same name and same menu. (This sounds like a good issue to add to Jared’s portolio.) In Land of Many Rivalries, New One Bubbles Up: Falafel vs. Falafel. “‘My brother? I want him to stay away from me,’ says Zuheir Sahyoun, the elder of the Falafel Sahyoun brothers, his chef’s shirt opened midway to his belly, on a steamy afternoon … ‘I don’t have a brother anymore,’ says Fuad Sahyoun, the younger, next door.” (Spoiler alert: Peace in the Middle East doesn’t happen this time either.)