SHAWARMA KING
Mr. Fettucini and Ms. Goulash had the urge for something different last night. We went to Shawarma King in the Savannah Centre shopping center off of Eisenhower. Mr. Fettucini, elaborate please.
Mr. Fettucini: Yo, all you's Mediterranean, Middle Eastern foodies. Now let me remind you's that my ancestral homeland is partly surrounded by the Mediterranean. I therefore attribute this to my partiality to foods from this region. The Mrs. had a previous outin' to Shawarma King with her gypsy sister and raved so much about what she ate that I had to give it a try. I ordered the falafel sandwich with a tahini toppin' and smothered in a medley of diced tomatoes, cucumbers and onions with special secret spices. Years ago when I lived in California with my bud George, we tasted falafel sandwiches. George said they were the best balls of sawdust he ever had. Yo Georgie, I had the real thing last night. These falafel balls were exceptional. Absolutely authentic, the counter girl even had a real middle eastern accent. This place is a gem. Next visit I'm tryin' the kabobs.
Ms. Goulash: Dahlings, I also ordered the falafel sandwich. Spiced balls wrapped in pita. Personally, I would love to be wrapped in mink and sprinkled with diamonds, but my fringed shawl and bangle bracelets show me in more of an earthy light and the bracelets add a jingly touch. I love the sound of bracelets jingling when you put your hands to your mouth while stuffing your mouth with food and then putting your hands down so that you can wipe them on your skirt (just kidding about the hand wiping, dahlings).
Rating: 1 - 5 I.O.'s (intestinal orgasms)
Shawarma King: 3 I.O.'s
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