Me too. Thinking about going to jail, going to camp, being scared stupid etc.

I may have just caught this place on a bad day. On its best day, I bet it is about as good as most donair shops. The biggest bummer is that I really dig Quiznos and just wish it was still a Quiznos.

The crinkle cuts were also burnt, but somehow, the gravy and burnt fries weren't enough to properly melt the shredded mozza, despite being in a metal container.

The guy working handed me my food. The donair was the same as any other, except the meat was burnt in the way things burn if you put them in a dry pan. The taste of burnt spread throughout my whole mouth.

"Holy fuck, bro! So nice bro!"

He must have spent his entire life in a dungeon, then was tossed into the other Home Style Donair location, then dropped into this one. He has only seen 3 rooms. It's the only explanation.

So I'm sitting there watching a man marvel at the beauty of a shitty Quiznos while the other man struggles to make my donair and disco fries. Like, totally overwhelmed. Like when I Love Lucy worked on that chocolate factory. He hadn't even taken the other guys order until mine was done.

This was the one time every 6 months or so where I buy a donair and see if I like them yet. I always get a poutine as well, because I love shitty donair shop poutines, which aren't actually poutine, but New Jersey style disco fries.