Here’s the post that got this started…
I love kebabs, me.
As a kid, on my way to visit maternal grandparents, my dad used to drive down Westow Hill towards Streatham, and we used to pass the first kebab shop I ever knew. “What’s kebab Daddy?” I innocently asked one Sunday afternoon. “Ah, son!” he said. “There are TWO types of kebab! The one daddy likes is called SHISH, and it’s meat on a skewer thats grilled on a barbeque!”
“Barber queue?” (I was young)
“The other type of kebab, sonny, is the Donner kebab. Don’t touch it son, it’s SHIT.”
And there I was. Years later, I went into the Broadway Kebab shop in Catford after a few beers in the Bromley, and missing my last direct bus home (necessitating a walk home from Catford, which NO-ONE LIKES). Having remembered my old man’s advice, I considered the shish. I liked how the marinaded bits of fresh…
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