For years Salam was the open secret of falafel fiends. We’d enter the dingy storefront and settle in with the Arabic-speaking clientele for inexpensive plates of hummus, falafel and spinach pie. Few followed us into that intimidating space. But now, following a complete rehab, the space sparkles as if it were a new Arby’s. Some say that the cleaned-up version of Salam serves inferior food, but we disagree—we still love the shawarma, the kebabs, the salads. Besides, when the falafel are still four for a dollar, how can we possibly complain?