In Praise of Shwarma
For the last three and a half years, ever since my first visit to Jordan, I've been eating way too many meals at a little shwarma stand across the street from the University of Jordan. It's in the same row as McDonald's, Burger King, Pizza Hut, Popeye's Chicken, Kentucky Fried Chicken and the local fast food champs, the Chili House and Lebani Snacks. Despite the competition it continues to flourish. It's still a hole in the wall, but it's a much nicer hole in the wall now. It's located right on a sidewalk and that's where its two tables reside, right next to the glass-front refrigerators where the canned drinks are stored. It's also much more regimented - as late as last year when Bob Mayer, Rob Williams and I went there the cost of a meal would seem to vary depending upon the owner's mood - now the cost remains the same all the day (which makes it easier to plan, but has taken a bit of the charm away). On that visit Rob and Bob and I decided to have a competition to see who could eat the most shwarma - I left them bruised and destroyed. The menu has also expanded. When I first started eating here your two choices were big shwarma or little shwarma. Now they have hamburgers and fries and all sorts of other western-influenced edibles. The centerpiece of the menu, however, remains the shwarma. I'm not certain what is in it, and I don't really think I want to know. There is spicey meat - I think it's chicken, although sometimes little bites taste like beef, but I suppose goat is a possibility although I doubt it - I know it's not pork, obviously - and a pickle in a wrap. Now that the menu has expanded I have #8, no fries, and a 7-Up. It only costs 1.2 JD (about $1.50) and is about a third of what it costs to eat at the more western style competitors. Not surprisingly, Betsy Beaulieu was not interested in eating here.
On a sad note, the Grill House, where Bob and Rob and I had hamburgers and were comped with the worst onion rings I've ever had in my entire life, has gone out of business - another victim of the shwarma monopoly.



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I'm moved by Gary's shwarma sentiments to add some of my own thoughts on the subject. Forgive me if I slip into rhapsody; such are my feelings for the shwarma.
I was a Reagan-era student abroad in Copenhagen when I first tasted this Middle Eastern delicacy, and its distinctive aroma and taste -- I suspect the secret was in the yogurt-based sauce -- has haunted me ever since. I brought to Jerusalem recently an Elvis Presley-like appetite for the stuff. I'd have photographed some for my own blog, but I found that whenever I tried to draw the sandwich into focus, my eyes welled with joyful tears, forcing me to put the camera down.
Posted by: Erik Esckilsen | July 21, 2008 3:16 PM