"Welcome to what we lovingly call the falafel bunker. Hanar’s aesthetic falls somewhere between Amsterdam boudoir and Dorset farmhouse—there’s red lighting, exposed beams, foliage, and a general aura of incense. It’s a pleasingly IYKYK-feeling Kurdish spot hidden in one of the arches by Peckham Rye, where groups kick back and devour herbaceous falafel and crunchy kubba, while couples share still-warm flatbread and the expert pistachio hummus. Our back pain brethren, take note—there’s also a high velvet cushion count. " - heidi lauth beasley, rianne shlebak, sinead cranna