ucked away on a little-trafficked block, Café Jaffa feels like a coffee shop—brick walls, golden yellow paint, cool mosaic art—but smells like a Middle Eastern market. Feels like it, too: slow-paced and relaxed, an oasis from bustling Newbury Street around the corner. (It’s also an oasis from Newbury Street prices.) But don’t worry: Your senses will be wide awake once you taste the perfectly spiced lamb or beef kebabs. Vegetarian friendly (lots of chickpeas), Café Jaffa also serves some of the city’s best falafel, and tahini that’s probably more addictive than nicotine laced with heroin. And the grape leaves? They alone would be enough to make this place worth seeking out. Horton