They say in life, you enjoy all that it offers.
last night with my dad, I went for the first time to take a kebab after countless invitations to eat pumpkin, Corsini, Lauro & Co.
got out, parked not far from the kebab shops, I immediately felt that strange smell in the air oriental style or Station via S. Faustino.
tomato sauce, onion: the "raw material" of the Arab-Pakistani cuisine.
We enter the store.
Clean, friendly and igenizzato.
The thing that stands out from all, of course, is a big spit of meat that runs vertically and toasts.
corner, a small television where the only available channel is a channel of Pakistan and unable to interpret bad penalties the plot of the film looking at the pictures.
So, me and my dad, we took 2 large kebab containing tomato, onion, lettuce, meat and yoghurt: a real treat.
short, if you've never tasted, is like eating a McDonald's sandwich, but with three differences: there is no gift that doubles the price (for instance, the price of a kebab is 3:00 / 3.50 euro), the meat and everything you see with your eyes, Unlike McDonald's, where everything is prepared behind the counter, the one closet apart, it is a right way of cultural exchange: to eat things from countries outside Europe is a good idea to forget the old racist hate that, alas, there are now.
And then, they make me laugh leaguers posters that say "No and yes to the Kebab Polenta," when her boss and all his friends are the first to eat it.
must accept the intercultural as it is and now you can not stop it.
Just as well, and who invented the hallowed kebab.
Regards,
Ahab
PS: This is my 40th blog entries.
I want to thank all those who have read, sometimes reluctantly my outbursts, my ideas, my serious grammatical errors, and those who visit this space every week.
Ciuchi So thank first of all, this in the comments of each post, guide, Lauro, my uncle, my dad who pushed me to write in the blog and sometimes reluctantly, in short, all who were close to me and led me to keep this blog.
