July 14, 2010

The Fable of the Shawarma

It is a gastronomical delight. It is heaven, if heaven can be wrapped into a roll full of juicy chicken meat dripping with scrumptious juices. It’s taste is as diverse, as wonderful and as enchanting as the new Porsche 911 Sport Classic. Or the Ferrari 458 if you please. Or maybe, just maybe, it is even as good as the Bugatti Veyron GT.

Now before you all conclude I’ve lost it and change the website, let me clarify. I am talking about the shawarmas from Cock N’ Bull, the shawarma specialists. And boy that is one title that they deserve. And why am I rambling on about them? Because I just ate one of their beauties; shawarma I mean. It reminded me of the old days; Islamabadi days, when Asfandyar and I, used to intern at Barclays. He basically did nothing, and it has been confirmed by the highest echelons i.e. Asfand’s dad, while I on the other hand worked tirelessly till my hands bled and I couldn’t work no more. And that was the time, our lunch break used to start and we used to make a beeline for that restaurant located on the side of Barclays Bank PLC called Cock N’ Bull.

Those were good times indeed and reminiscing about them brings a smile to my face. Anyway, check out the new layout of the blog and let me know what you think. Pretty soon I will be transferring this blog to a brand new domain. In the meanwhile, if you’ve got any comments, queries or suggestions, lay them on me and I’ll get back to you.

Take care y’all.