A review of kebab

Not that long ago, I had a scheduled meeting with my dear friend. Having been
starving the entire day prior to finally seeing her, we decided to eat something unhealthy
and quick. She told me she had been craving kebab for quite a while now.
The kebab shack that we entered, called “The Turek”, was rather unappealing.
The smell hard to withstand and the staff was rude. But the moment we bit into our
meals. It was absolutely moving. The pure taste of salad, combined with succulent
grilled chicken and mouth-watering sauces made an outstanding impression on me. I
felt as if the time had slowed down. Each mouthful was more moving than the last one.
No sooner had I taken the next bite than I became aware of something. I had reached
the end. The end! This realization brought me to the verge of tears.
Never had I had a more incredibly intriguing experience of food consumption. I
proudly consider myself a kebab gourmet. As for my friend, she stated that her kebab
was “okay”. Apparently, high class meals are not for everyone.