I haven't been to church since I moved here, because most weekends I'm out of town or not out of town. Yes. I have attended the Christian Union (CU, which is Campus Crusade for 2014) group on campus, so that counts.
Tonight I broke my heathen streak. The service at Artillary Evangelical Church started at 5, but I rushed supper-less out of my house at 4 because Google maps suggested a new bus route, and I wanted to make sure I'd have time to walk the half mile between the church and bus stop. Also because it was 4. Who eats that early?! Well my surplus 30 minutes of over-prepared time I spent grabbing food to eat on my walk. Dinner options were Subway ('Murica) or a kebab place that sold Mediterranean, chicken fingers, and cheeseburgers (but not falafel). I squelched my hunger for a six inch turkey with provolone on toasted honey oat with some sick desire for adventure and feigned ignorance of food-bourne bacteria.
Lest I remind you too infrequently, words are different here. English is not normal. And my goodness what I ordered from
the picture on the menu looked like a manageable eat-while-you-walk kind of gyro! So when the man behind the corner who spoke some semideveloped derivative of the English language asked if I wanted a fork, I said yes just to be nice.
And this is what I got:
It was delicious. Some meat thing, presumably lamb, but who knows; it had a different name, and mountain of cabbage and onion "in" a pita. People don't eat while they walk here. Not even sandwiches or French fries. Definitely now whole boxes full of salad-topped lamb pita.
Despite the strange looks and well, gazes of blatant pity, I received walking briskly and devouring this pile of Mediterranean culinary wonder, I did thoroughly enjoy my meal out. And I probably burned the calories for at least two bites of it!
I still have yet to find a gyro.
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