So, I have been enjoying my every other day Shawarma from the hole in the wall Reem Shawerma, Circle 2 just a block from the Intercontinental. A small shwarama runs about a buck, sodas are JD 0.4 ($0.75) as opposed to JD 5 at my hotel (yes $7 Pepsi). So, I know the risk of street food, but these guys looked OK and everyone said they were solid.
Reem Shawarma Circle 2
So the staff breakdown is Register guy- speaks English. Lamb Cutting guy wears no gloves and has a solid grease burn on his left hand. Next is Bread Cutting guy who also throws in the tomato, sauce and meat. Finally, is the closer- he adds some spices, wraps the shawarma and throws it in a bag. This will be important later.
So here I am today, back from the hot, barren hellish landscape of Azraq and looking to get my shawarma on. I get to Reem, no line- sweet. I put in an order for 3- $2 dollars well spent. They are washing the floors, so the guys are standing outside, their gloves still on. OK, whatever. Then Closer greats a guys on the street- gloved hand to random, nasty street guy hand. Alright, my gut has seen worse. A few seconds pass, and my old pal the Closer puts his hand on the lip of the garbage can- the inner lip. Well, you can image in the inner monologue- not many words, but colorful.
So Closer comes back in grabs a bunch of bread and spices and begins, well closing. I grab Register man and give him the two hands to the side palms up, eyebrows raised universal sign for WTF?!?! I point to the hands tell him to change his gloves. They look at me and put on a second pair of gloves. I think my “no glove, no love” comment flew by them.
By now a crowd is standing outside Reem #2 (from now on ‘The Deuce’) . They begin to say, “yes, good.” and “yes, glove”. So, I don’t feel too bad until I catch two sideways glances from Bread Cutting guy and Closer. Then, for a moment my view of the food is blocked. I hear some laughing and begin to feel like Will Farrel after taking the Animal tranq dart to the next in Old School. I catch them by surprise when the try to give my order to someone else, and we reconcile the order. They try to give me a different bag, only raising my suspicion that The Deuce’s special sauce may live up to the name (sorry, but you knew it was coming).
So, I walk home, 3 shawarmas in a bag and two sodas- the only consolation is that soda at my hotel costs 10x (yes) the price at The Deuce. So, I ditch the shawarmas, drink my soda, and am now ready to head back out into the city to find food… Insha’ Allah.
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