Abdel makes you happy with falafel. “Just a bit crispy, that’s how we preferred to eat it at home.” He talks endlessly while running his knife over the cutting board. It’s 12:00. The busiest time of the day for the Sudanese, who has lived in Utrecht for ten years now. “Three salads, please,” says his wife Ranya, who has just taken the orders from the first customers. What goes into it? “Eggplant, white cheese, olive oil and a fresh yogurt salad.”