Shawarma Nutsi

Sheena's Farewell to Ottawa - Part 3

Marroush International Shawarma can be found below ground level on the Elgin Street strip. In the same complex housing the Bull Dog Pub and the rotating disco-bar formerly known as Nescaleros, Inferno, Sin,
etc etc etc. (Sheena knows the proprietor and hey.. if you ever need to get your hand on ten grand real quick, just rub his head...)

But never mind that crap. Marroush is the real story here.

All beef shawarma, bit of sauce, lettuce, tomato and hot peppers. No pickles no onions "no F**'n turnips". (But Sheena you might say.. there's no "f" in "turnips").

Now I stink like garlic. And I have a flight in 2 hours. I will breathe noxious fumes on the cabbie (who will not notice). The Security screeners, the flight attendants and gate agents. I will be black-marked for future travel. ("Smells Mediterranean.. mark her SSSS!!).


But it's all worth it. Most satisfying dinner. Especially if you like to sniff your fingers later in the evening.

The only downside is that the Marroush Shawarma has a mind of its own. The Shawarma's natural instinct is to break free of its wrapping. A bowl underneath and napkins required for rookies.

Now some wimp-ass shawarmas I've tried in the 416 wrap up in wax paper. Marroush is the old school tin foil. Meaning one must unwrap properly and endeavour to keep the right balance of lettuce restraint and foil just out of cavity filling bite range.


Ouch, baby.