You know when you've got that craving...the one where it's a Friday evening, you so do not feel like cooking, but you still want something absolutey delicous to sink your teeth into. Picture a nice soft warm bread stuffed with all those yummy vegetables and spiced chicken from the spit, topped off with fiery chilli sauce and a cool soothing refreshing yoghurt sauce.. Yes...the one and only KEBAB!
If done well, you are left feeling warm, fuzzy and completely satisfied. If not (like the one I had today) you come out of there...luke-warm, puzzled, and then after...bloated.
Such a let down. The first time my husband and I had it, it was the stuff of spice heaven. This time...UGH..the chilli sauce was more like tomato sauce drowning in chilli oil - honestly you could have used it for pizza - and the chicken...the poor chicken was roasted till blackened and just to make sure it was still "juicy", it was probably soaked in oil.
Really, you wonder if the chef was trying to make absolutely sure that the chicken was good and truly done for.
Sorry, Les Brasseurs in Signy Centre - Operation Kebab...Failed.
If done well, you are left feeling warm, fuzzy and completely satisfied. If not (like the one I had today) you come out of there...luke-warm, puzzled, and then after...bloated.
Such a let down. The first time my husband and I had it, it was the stuff of spice heaven. This time...UGH..the chilli sauce was more like tomato sauce drowning in chilli oil - honestly you could have used it for pizza - and the chicken...the poor chicken was roasted till blackened and just to make sure it was still "juicy", it was probably soaked in oil.
Really, you wonder if the chef was trying to make absolutely sure that the chicken was good and truly done for.
Sorry, Les Brasseurs in Signy Centre - Operation Kebab...Failed.
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