Abso-fucking-lutely starving at the end of the Kennet and Avon/overland run which ended at the Hare and Hounds, I grabbed some groceries and then headed toward the bus stop only to find I had a half hour till the next bus back to Swindon. Looking around for a quick bite I soon spotted the Kebab House and popped in for some nourishment.
The guys were friendly in that way that Turkish vendors on cartoons like the Simpsons are friendly, with gruff and angry voices loudly asking every question and punctuating every statement, like “you want SALT and VINEGAR on CHIPS!?!” or “THANK you, have a NICE DAY!!!”
But the meat was meatlike (it had a grain to it which is a bit disturbing since I am almost certain it is minced), and not especially fatty or salty. The sauce had a smoky flavour like you get using Scotch Bonnets and occasionally the heat was Scotch Bonnet-y. The chips were from heaven and I ate them fast so the gods wouldn’t know I had them. And, then the bus came.