First it was falafel, then burgers, and now, lemon chicken gyros with tzatziki and feta cheese.
This place reeks of a street food fair, doesn’t it?
Someone get me a curbside cart. And a megaphone. Always a megaphone.
[Please come over? Bathe me? A new-ish set of pajamas?]
My criteria is rigid: all food I make lately must be stuffed inside a buttery flatbread and then wrapped once more in parchment or foil. No utensils. Hand hold-able. Bib preferable.
I simply won’t budge.
Daniel likes to remind me we’re not actually eating on the street so there’s no need to sit cross legged on the window ledge and litter on our floor.
Such a square, that one.
This doughy flatbread is filled with lemon-oregano marinated chicken, chopped tomatoes, thinly sliced red onion, shredded romaine, creamy and cool tzatziki sauce, and crumbled feta.
One messy, chin dribbling bite is lemon and bright parsley and garlic and tang. The chicken is juicy, the bread is warm and blistered, the whole thing a crescendo of flavor.
Make it. Wrap it in parchment. Eat it with your hands and a bottle of ice cold soda. Pretend you’re at my house. Eating on the street.
We can litter and graffiti my wall.