Once upon a time there was a Turkish man named Typhun. Typhun worked in a small “hole-in-the-wall” “mom-n-pop” selling Turkish food owned by, who else? His mom and pop. It was even smaller than your typical sari-sari store on the corner that only fits one old woman or 2 small skinny boys. Anyway so I stop by and try the one and only item on their menu: a döner kebab. It was then that I realized that there was more to this world than raw fish and ampalaya; that there were people with cool names like “Typhun” selling pockets of love called döners for only 2 euros (P192 or $4).

Döner kebab (dune-er ka-bap) can come with beef or chicken but the sliced, juicy, tender, lamb meat slow cooked on a 3 foot high vertical spit, topped with shredded lettuce and onion and a mysterious yogurt-like substance all cradled in a lightly toasted flatbread pocket of love really hits you like Pacquiao with road rage in an SUV.

It’s too bad that I haven’t been able to find döner kebabs like that here yet, if I don’t find one I might just buy a cooking spit myself, along with some lamb and flatbread and open up shop. I’d call it “lechon sheep with mysterious yogurt-like substance.” I’ll need to win the lottery first though.

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