There’s a lovely, “This-American-Life-Esque” piece in today’s NYT Dining Section about the gyro and who invented the process for manufacturing gyro cones en masse. Well-written, funny, sad at the end, and now all I want is mystery meat on a pita with yogurt sauce.
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mmmm.… yogurt sauce.… *drool*
1 a.m. is way too late to be able to get a Gyros in the suburbs. Damn.
i think that piece was why i went out for falafel yesterday. in my mind, they’re similar.