Toulouse is littered with kebab shops. And we’re not talking just one on every street, it’s more like three or four. For kebabcrackheads this is, of course, no bad thing. But, it’s hit and miss in this game, I’m tellin’ ya’. I’ve been wanting to blog the kebab scene ever since I first moved here, but it just didn’t work out – until ce soir. I dropped into the imaginatively named Kebab Cafe on Boulevard du Strasbourg and ordered a straight-no-chaser-no-fries Doner Kebab, heavy on the sauce and easy on the greenstuff. Here’s what I got.
Tightly wrapped number. Not like the stodged out lardfest you’ll find curdling the arteries of Scotland’s infirmaries from Dumfries to Durness. No, this is a North African kebab with French influences. Here we go easy on excess and big on flavour. A warm, fresh out of the oven light-in-the-loaf-loaf conceals conjealed kebab sheepmeat – best not ask – and scattered hedgerow sprayed with a piquant hot sauce.
Inside it may look much like your Glaswegian pavement menace, but it ain’t trust me. It’s flavourpacked, even light. Weightwatchers may even approve. It’s a meaty hit and one I highly recommend. I’ll no doubt be hitting more kebabs, but of the five or six I’ve tried this past year, this is the only one I’ve thought was worth blogging. As they say… go figure… And PS. whatever you find in a French kebabery, I guarantee you will not be finding any of this British nonsense going on.
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