Sandy Carson
Sure, you could scarf down a slice of pizza or a greasy brat in a drunken 2:15am haze, but you're just gonna be hungry in an hour when you stumble into your darkened house fumbling for the bong. There, in the dead zone of Seventh, between Trinity and Neches, sits the blue van known as Kebabalicious. They offer "Turkish-style wraps" filled with beef/lamb and chicken, but it's the fresh-made falafel (with spinach-artichoke hummus, please) that really soaks up the sauce. (Don't worry, Kebabalicious tastes good when you're sober, too.) They're open Wednesday-Saturday until 3am, so ya better ask for a punch card, you boozehound you.
