With the proviso that gyros in the US do not usually contain chilli, mayo or french fries. I’d be expelled from “Pita Gourmet” (Niagara Falls’ best restaurant! Which, frankly, isn’t saying that much.) for life if I asked for them.
My mental picture of you as a Pooh-loving English rose just went right out the window there.
I ate a microwave veggieburger last night, and now I just want to peacefully die of starvation.
my latest thing – especially while drunk – is leftover chinese food. I’ve actually gone to the take-out place and ordered the stuff, taken it home, and put it right in the fridge without eating it. Just so I could HAVE leftovers later.
This one place near me, for around five bucks, gives me so much food that it isn’t humanly possible to eat it all in under two days’ time. I actually have trouble carrying the damn thing home, it weighs so much.
But somehow, after a night of heavy drinking, the stuff just vanishes.
Mmm… convenience-store burgers…
We call 'em Space Burgers or Moon Burgers up here, seeing as how they must be a staple food of astronauts, along with Twinkies and Tang.
My roommates hate the stench and refuse to even try them, but they’re the perfect late night pick-me-up. Sooooo good!