What is a donair?
I know I've talked about donair before, but I need to revisit it as my best buddy admitted to me something terrible to me last night. I always talk to him about how much I love the donair and he always goes, "mmmm, yeah, I understand that." His heart though was never into the answer. I finally asked hi,, "Have you ever had a donair?"
He looked at me and said no, he had not and then asked what exactly is a donair. I tried to explain to him, but how does one descrive heaven? You just can't do it justice. Anyway, I tried, but don't think I know how. How would you describe it? Head to our facebook page and see if you can. Here is the link.
One person put it best with this post.
Donair Oh Donair!:
She is HELEN the beautiful, she is REAL GREEK, she is lovely, she loves winter and so she is always wrapped in a paper blanket..her head and her beautiful face exposed as if she is looking out to the world through her hoodie...does she realize that every one is looking at her and wants her?!, not only 'Dr.Faustus' or Paris.
She is meaty and adorable whether it is white and pink blushed cheeks aka chicken with specs of spices on her, or she is brown as in finely shaved beef or soft juicy lamb, not matter the type, she can be sweet with the sweetness and goodness of Greek sweet sauce in her. She is still "sweet" with her tangy Greek Tzatziki sauce in her soul. She is not complete without some sliced red onions, sliced tomatoes and shredded lettuce. She has thick skin, but it is still soft like of the Greek Goddesses' as she is authentic, as her hot steam bath with a touch of "essential" oil (on the grill) makes her soft, and satisfies all - men, women and everyone....
"Was this the face that launched a thousand ships,
And burnt the topless towers of Ilium?
Sweet Helen Donair, make me immortal with a kiss.
Her lips suck forth my soul: see where it flies.
Come, Helen Donair, come, give me my soul again.
Here will I dwell for heaven is in those lips,-(aka Greek Pita bread rims)
And all is dross that is not Helena. (5.1.97-103)
Oh "Sweet Donair, make me immortal with a kiss. Her lips suck forth my soul, see where it flies come, Donair, come, give me my soul again (excuses owed to Christopher Marlowe - Dr. Faustus 1592)!
I couldn't say it any better if i tried.