Local Flavor: The Hole Stroll

Missy Buchanan

​Spotted this afternoon at King of Falafel (1801 Divisadero at Bush): Holes for sale! Or something.

Admittedly, the idea of an independent produce pimp is kind of alluring. Can he get strange and exotic offerings? Is there a black market for veggies? Do you have to meet him in some dark alley to make the exchange?

Anyway, when you do call Muneer to get your spring or summer fruits  -- he did say he sells "produce of all seasons," after all -- you might want to tell him that he lost his dub somewhere along the way.