The Mystery of the Chawarma

Had me a chawarma today that was out of this world! Man! My mouth is starting to water all over again just thinking about it. A chawarma is kind of hard to explain. It is kind of on the gyro side of things, but not really. You could compare it to a philly cheese steak, but not really. One might mistake it for a kebab kind of sandwich, but not really. It's a chawarma! And there is nothing else like it.

Sometimes I get 'em like a sandwich on a round bun type of situation. Other times I get them on a petite baguette kind of bread. My absolute favorite is on a galette, which is kind of like a large tortilla, but again, not really. These photos don't really do it justice, but it will give you an idea of what I am talking about. Thinly sliced meat, throw some veggies in there, some french fries, and then top it off with "the white sauce". Now "the white sauce" is also a bit of a mystery. It's not mayo. It's not ranch. It's just the white sauce. No other way to explain it.

Joy doesn't really like it when I go hang out at my favorite chawarma shop because I come home with my clothes smelling like I rolled them in a barrel of fried food, but it is just part of the experience. You have to take the good with the bad. It's a great place to hang out, meet people, and of course get a chawarma. It's the kind of place where everyone knows your name. You know what I mean. Except the guys in the shop yell "Thomas" when they see me instead of "Norm". Good times! Usually, after my chawarma, I will get a hot mint tea. Dude! I will have to tell you about mint tea some other time.