The Bearded Butcher and the Strange Baker often show up to my place with trays of rice or garlic potatoes and gyro meat slathered in garlic and hot sauce from here. The furthest I could manage for food today was half a block from my house, and so I returned home on wobbly, shaking legs with my own polystyrene tray, full of tomato-seasoned bulgar rice, craggy garlic potatoes, and juicy chicken shards painted with pale garlic and vibrant red spicy sauces.
I know I will regret this meal later due to sickness, but for my first meal of the day at 5pm, this was such delicious, trashy, takeout that I shovelled down wrapped in blankets as I sat on my couch marathoning One Punch Man that I didn’t care. I understand the appeal of this place, and it reminds me of vulgar magic. Yes, I know this will cost me: No, I don’t care.
*On a side note, walking past this place always me giggle as I remember Oh My Goddess! and Ow, My Sanity, a webcomic you should definitely skim if you enjoy Lovecraft or the magical girlfriend genre. Time to go back to sleep.
Oh My Gyro!
155 John St, Toronto, ON M5V 2Z5