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Didn't Troy belong to
the Greeks back when it was Troy? Sure those rascally Turks burned
and Nazied their way into the poor Greeks' backyard, but this joint
is just rubbing it in their faces. It would be like naming your joint
Beirut Syrian Cafe. My research proves that the Turks did, in fact,
invent what eventually became the Greek gyro, but named it something
incredibly unappetizing that sounded vaguely like the excited state
of a piece of male anatomy. Thus the gyro, which sounds whimsical
and kind of Jetson-like. "But we have shawarma," shout the crowds
in Damascus. "The shit is practically the same!" Very true, my Arab
friends. Like shawarma, the gyro is a rotating spit of indeterminate
conglomerated meat. In my case, the cylindrical mound is made from
chicken, as I don't dig on the idea of thinning Little Bo Peep's flock.
My buddies at Troy (be they Turkish or Greek or Mexican) were having
some issues getting their act together with the rotisserie thing,
so I almost went with the less disgusting chicken shish-kebab. They
ultimately got the thing fired up after what I felt was way too long
of a wait and the guy used his best Bob Geldof technique to shave
the stuff off into what looked like a metal dustpan. Once captured,
it was transferred to a pita, doused in white sauce and wrapped up
for the short trip back to my office. After watching my co-workers
scatter and cover their noses with their clever, ironic t-shirts,
I bit into the Mediterranean goodness. Several minutes and fifty napkins
later I was satiated and happy with my purchase. Honestly, though,
it's not as if this joint creates their own meat mass. Their job consists
of unpacking it, sticking it on a spit and watching it spin. So like
a Turk (says my Greek friend, George). [MF]
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