You Call This Shawarma??? Sheesh!

Greetings, All. As of late, I've been lurking about the Thompson Rivers University campus, as my better half is now a bonafide student. Hunger gripped my belly and I staggered toward the Campus Activity Centre. I headed upstairs to the "Food Court" and sidled up to the "Grill Works" food kiosk. I was fixated on an item on the menu claiming to be Chicken Shawarma. My stomach started to growl in earnest as I licked my chops at the prospect. To me, a shawarma is marinated meat that is roasted on a spit and served in a pita nestled betwixt lettuce, cucumber, tomatoes, and onions with possibly more vegetables and herbs added. Dressings should be flavourful and lip-smacking. While I wasn't expecting fresh fowl rotisseried over a wood fire, the product I received from this "Grill Works" was poor. Very poor. My purchase consisted of pallid strips of pre-cooked chicken breast dredged with stale curry powder and resuscitated on a flat top. This was served with anemic tomatoes and iceberg lettuce, rolled into an un-split stale pita dressed with...ummm...yogurt and salt? Tzatziki? I'm not sure, but it was tasteless. In retrospect, however, I observed a clean work environment with sound Food Safe habits displayed. This sandwich, accompanied by a small paper bucket of starchy french fries, lightened my pocketbook by $5.69.