Chicken Shawarma. That is all. Even my mom still talks about it months later, even though we squeezed into uncomfortable bar seats in a sea of hipsters with lackluster service. Let’s deconstruct it for a moment: heavenly garlic sauce, a few fries, fresh pita full of flavored, tender chicken, cabbage and tomatoes. And something else- what is it? Something ordained and injected by Zeus himself? Whatever it is, it adds up to one damn good shawarma. Maybe the best. The line out the door is a great advertisement- but don’t be put off. This is a ‘to go’ line. It moves fast. And while the bar area is always busy, I’ve never once gone without a table within 10-15 minutes. Stumble into the take away line drunk or drive to the D just to go here- either way, you made the right choice.
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