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Men in Black—the Hasidic variety, not the Will Smith kind—join hip modern orthodox types sporting jeans and Garment Center toilers of all faiths at this unquestionably kosher falafel-and-pizza seventies-style joint in Midtown, with copper-tinted mirrors and small globe lights. Unsigned celebrity photos adorn one wall, but did Cary Grant and Golda Meir really eat here? Probably not. Nonetheless, the pizza is crispy and the tomato sauce zesty, even if the cheese isn’t star-quality. The falafel is crisply fried and mildly flavored within. Other Middle Eastern favorites like hummus, babaganoush, and tahini could benefit from a squeeze of lemon, though the Israeli Salad—which consists of chunks of tomatoes, cucumbers, peppers, and onions—is sprightly, enlivened with just the right amount of vinegar, lemon juice, and parsley. The potato and kasha knishes stand out for their delicately crisp exteriors and savory fillings; the blueberry and cherry versions can happily satisfy a sweet tooth. The tuna, egg salad, and scallion cream cheese are exceptionally fresh—no small achievement in a city where every corner store offers a quickie version. The food may not be dynamite, but your rabbi will definitely approve and so might your cardiologist—it's all meatless. — Michael Anstendig

On the second floor there’s a prayer room where pious Jewish men can conveniently find a quorum and chant their afternoon prayers, pre- or après pizza. Now there’s a mitzvah for you!

Knishes, $2.25; Israeli salad, $3.50; American combo plate, $8.50