Shawarmania IV

In the global battle of who's kabob reigns supreme we have a winner. London (you know fish, chips, maryfuckinpoppins) comes out on top with a shawarma to end all discussions, and even give Chubby's a run for it's money in the late night food chain. Ok well there is probably a spot in Beirut or Damascus that is better, but since I didn't go there, I'm declaring London the winner. We found a spot, and well I can't quite remember the name, it's right in the Mayfair area by Hyde Park and it's been cranking these puppies out en mass since 1818. Among the sea of shisha bars along with Iraqi, Iranian, Egyptian, and Syrian eateries this place was by far and away the place to get your grub on a Friday night. You get three choices, lamb, chicken, or mixed and then come the goodies. Pickles, tomatoes, onion, some sort of white sauce, and a delightful hot sauce load up a pita full of love. Being the twentysomethingish kabob I had in the trip, it definitely rocked and set itself by far and away above all else. It was even better than the two I had earlier that day.












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