Falafel

I was out to dinner last week with my roommates at Cafe Barada when the following reconstructed conversation occurred between plasticann and the server.

Server: Do you ladies want any dessert tonight?
plasticann: Yes, I would like a piece of falafel for dessert.
Server: [staring blankly] Falafel?
plasticann: Yup, one piece to go.
Carin: ...do you mean Baklava?
plasticann: Baklava? Yes, a piece of Baklava to go. What did I say?
Carin: Falafel!
plasticann: [mighty embarrassed] Oh now, that makes no sense, I meant Baklava.