I’ve been eating shawarma in some form for years now.
In fact, one of my first dates with John was at a little Mediterranean cafe in Kansas. We ordered shawarma and fed each other bites between adoring glances.
Yes, we were that couple. That was also the day I discovered John’s preference for small bites and my overwhelming preference for big bites. I felt like he was slighting me all night. Don’t worry – lesson learned, the relationship survived.
Take note world (and husband): Give me a two-biter or things are gonna go down.