Today I was sorely disappointed, even shocked, to see my shawarma place shut. They were busy remodeling the little restaurant, which is conveniently right next to the bus stop at the Central Bus Station where we wait for the infrequent bus to my moshav. Starving after a long day in the city, I was so looking forward to watching this nice man shave the chicken meat off the turning skewer, stuff it in a pita, and add salads, humus, tehina, and French fries on top.
Sigh . . . My ever-present sesame bar had to suffice instead.
(Can you tell I'm practicing for tomorrow's ABC Wednesday bloggers' group theme of S words? )