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SHECKY'S
HORUS CAFE
"...you've probably never seen anything like Horus Cafe..."
Outdoor seating wraps around this unique Egyptian spot that's a veritable who's-hookah of Middle Eastern tobaccos. Inside this long and thoughtfully designed spot, rugs line the floors and ornamental water pipes sit atop tree-trunk tables where hipsters and Mediterranean exiles eat, drink, and toke. A kitchen in the back of this ambitious space runs the gamut from half-pound burger and fry combos ($8.95) to falafels ($5.95) while belly dancers burn off calories on Friday and Saturday nights. Sit near the kitchen or the bathroom; you won't smell a thing thanks to the burning odor of fruity tobaccos including apricot, melon, mango, apple mix, and "Abra Cadabra." Unless you've been smoking something that these guys don't have-and that Shecky's doesn't condone-you've probably never seen anything like Horus Cafe.......................................
TIME OUT NEW YORK
AROUND THE WORLD IN 80 CUSINES
"...A lazy summer night is the perfect time to claim one of the outdoor tables at Horus, and fire up a hookah..."
A lazy summer night is the perfect time to claim one of the outdoor tables at Horus, fire up a hookah and admire the nearby community garden. Most diners sample the standard Mediterranean spread, but they're really here to chat and watch the belly dancer. ......................................
TIME OUT NEW YORK
SMOKE SIGNALS
"...To be treated like a pharaoh, reserve a spot on one of the leather floor cushions..."
Standing guard outside Horus, a new Egyptian restaurant and hookah bar, is a black-and-gold falcon statue that represents multiple deities. Maybe the gods are protecting the place from the mayor: Along with a standard Middle Eastern menu (hummus, falafel, kebabs), Horus serves 40 flavors of tobacco, including jasmine, apple and cognac, that can be smoked from water pipes. Owner Mohammed Elsayed explains that this type of smoking is legal under the current law. To be treated like a pharaoh, reserve a spot on one of the leather floor cushions. In accordance with preplumbing tradition, servers bring water to the table so you can wash your hands before dinner.- Nancy Davidson
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CITYSEARCH
FANTASTIC VIBE, GOOD FOOD
"...The vibe is totally warm and friendly, lots of conversation & people jumping up to dance..."
This place is FAB! everytime we go we have a great time. Note that if you get there early you'd almost think the place is closed, but if you go late you wonder if they ever close at all! If you want a quiet dinner don't show up late, cuz the atmosphere gets louder and more loungy as the nite goes on. There's usually a DJ, and the Belly Dancers are real good at getting people to join them, (even the guys jump in) The vibe is totally warm and friendly, lots of conversation & people jumping up to dance. The kabobs are delish, and the hookah flavors are amazing. We usually start with the Mezza Combo appetizer platter, big enuff for 2. There's never a cover charge for the dancers & DJ, the gratuity is conveniently added to the bill automatically. Highly recommend, bring your friends, they'll thank you.-Jaxon Thorne
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OUR CUSTOMERS
COMMENTS ABOUT HORUS CAFƒ
"I went to Horus on my birthday with a group of 16 people and they treated me and my party absolutely great. It was great place to spend my birthday and ill recomend it to any one."
I just have 2 say i love everything about this place.
-Rosemarie
Ive been to Horus 1 and 2 and I love both of them. I am from Pennsylvania but my girlfriends and I come to NYC and chill at Horus for the Lebanese music and classy atmosphere. Thank you and keep up the good work. I love Ivan.
-Antoinette
My friends and I first started going to Horus Cafe at the corner of Avenue B and 6th Street and now we have been going to Horus Lounge on La Guardia Place. We have celebrated many birthday parties at Horus. Shukran to Mohammad and the rest of the staff for everything. It has always been a very enjoyable time. Cant wait to check out the new place when it opens. Best of luck.
-Talar
Amazing post-work celebration place. The perfect place to relax dance and smoke hookah. Excellent drinks mixed with a fantastic vibe- My party and I greatly enjoyed our experience. This is where I will be coming to celebrate all of my biggest accomplishments.
-Benjamin
Horus Cafe is such a amazing place...I am looking foward to come one of those days to enjoy all you have to offer.
-Samira
I went to Horus on my birthday with a group of 16 people and they treated me and my party absolutely great. It was great place to spend my birthday and ill recomend it to any one...
-Michelle
I think ur place has some great food and the place is awsome.
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ARAMICA
HORUS NIGHTS
"The uniquely Egyptian lounge offers a hot dance floor and rockin' belly dancers..."
Last Saturday night Aramica swung into Horus Cafe & Kebab House at Avenue B @ 6th Street to check out the fun. The uniquely Egyptian lounge offers a hot dance floor and rockin' belly dancers on Friday and Saturday nights. The menu serves up perfect party food...falafel, kebabs, maza...take your pick or have a burger and a beer! Wine and champagne cocktails are also available. The hookah selection is extensive and runs from 'regular' to 'strong' to 'special' so if you're ready to smoke some 'sex on the beach' got for it! Partyers can cool out in the wrap-around outdoor seating...a nice bonus on a summer night in the city.-Heriberto
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NY Japonaise
THREE CHARMING RESTAURANTS
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The New York Times
A NIGHT OUT WITH ASIF MANDVI
"He was ensconced in a billow of pineapple-scented smoke on a recent night at Horus Cafe, a hookah bar in the East Village."
By DAN LEVIN
Published: May 20, 2007
A STINT on national television is all well and good, but sometimes the parents just want grandchildren."My mother is threatening to take me to India to find a wife," said Aasif Mandvi, the rakishly earnest Middle Eastern correspondent on "The Daily Show With Jon Stewart." He was ensconced in a billow of pineapple-scented smoke on a recent night at Horus Cafe, a hookah bar in the East Village, lamenting his own international-relations crisis. But Mr. Mandvi had an exit strategy. "I was planning on making it a documentary, but then my Dad says: 'Are you an idiot? What woman is going to talk to you with a film crew in her face?' " Mr. Mandvi said in the same deadpan he wields with Mr. Stewart.
His audience of old friends were keen to contribute a bit of emotional diplomacy. "I wish I was Indian," said his writing partner Jill Anderson, who is also an actor, "because then I would have an arranged marriage and be done with it."
"How was your samosa?" asked Jim Wisniewski, an actor and old college buddy of Mr. Mandvi's from the University of South Florida. "Mi-mosa," said Mr. Mandvi, a Mumbai native, feigning insult.
"I'm so baked," he wheezed loudly before passing the hookah hose to Ms. Anderson, who was in town from Los Angeles to work on a pilot they are developing about a dysfunctional Indian self-help guru. "It's based very loosely on Deepak Chopra," she said, exhaling.
Between pita-fuls of hummus, the three discussed current events. Like the fight against global warming:
Ms. Anderson: "In L.A., if you don't have the right grocery bag at Trader Joe's you'll get booed out!"
Then the waiter came by. "You look like that guy in 'Spider-Man,' " he said. Indeed, Mr. Mandvi played Mr. Aziz, the pizzeria owner in "Spider-Man 2." "They sent me 600 Mr. Aziz collectible cards to sign," Mr. Mandvi lamented. "You get into a Zen state when you're signing all those cards. After the first hundred you start to give each one its own special signature."
Next, an Indian woman at a nearby table inquired if Mr. Mandvi was Russell Peters, an Indian-Canadian comedian. Once corrected, the woman's companion, also Indian, offered an apology. ("I love Jon Stewart! Sorry, we've been trying to place you, you're familiar and brown.") Ms. Anderson's face looked like she'd just seen Ann Coulter. "That's so racist," she hissed.
"Well," said Mr. Mandvi shrugging, after the offending table had snapped a photo with him and left, "brown people have a club."
After more than a decade in theater (where he took on serious issues like Muslim detainees in Cuba and the Indian immigrant experience), on television and in films and commercials, Mr. Mandvi, himself a Muslim, has a national stage that showcases his comedic side without pigeonholing him into the kind of roles show business often dictates to men of South Asian descent: doctor, merchant, cabby, terrorist.
After dinner, he shuttled over to Little Branch, a bar in Greenwich Village packed with yuppie types and deafening jazz, where the banter again sounded like political satire.
"How large is the threat?" asked his friend Hope Stevenson, referring to his mother's intent to create her own version of "The Bachelor" for him. "Like Orange? Or Yellow?" "That information is classified," Mr. Mandvi replied.
As the stockpile of drained glasses grew, the coalition of the willing dwindled, and Mr. Mandvi voted for a quick withdrawal. "I don't mean to cut and run," he said, aching to get home to the Upper West Side, "but I need to get some sleep."