Tahini’s Mediterranean Fusion

Did the triple truck thing today, a little from everyone just to support the whole venture. Tahini was one I hadn’t had the pleasure of trying yet but since it was tied to Barakat and I’d heard good things I was hopeful.
Had a pleasant conversation with the man running the truck and was served quick. I opted for the Chicken Shawarma with no hot sauce but everything else on it.
I hate pickles, okay… not all pickles but dill pickles are not my jam at all. So it was strange that I didn’t even notice they were in my Shawarma until half way done it (it was that good that it didn’t matter!) The meat had a nice seared yet juicy and not dry taste to it. There was no grizzle or weirdness that sometimes makes me pass on Shawarma to begin with.
My only knock would be it didn’t have fries on it, which I’d heard was customary on true Shawarmas, but what would I know… I just make coffee not delicious Mediterranean fare I’ll leave that to Tahini who are doing a good job! Welcome to the London Food Truck scene my friends, I’ll be back!

On my way to my usual jaunt of Barakat, I passed Tahini’s parked by Victoria Park and decided to take advantage of a sunny September day and eat lunch in the park.
My food truck experience thus far is limited to Goodah and Ish and Chips, but I have always had good experiences and hope the pilot project is here to stay.
My first impression was bad. Not because of anything to do with Tahini’s, but because I stepped out of my car and almost stepped on a dead squirrel. Oops.
The menu is simple but diverse — usual staples such as shwarma, falafel, and chicken and rice. They do have some delicious looking fusion dishes such as shwarma fries and shwarma poutine. Unfortunately I am about thirty pounds over my fighting weight and those were not options.
I got:
Chicken shwarma salad and a diet Pepsi
I paid:
$ 11 cash
The staff was incredibly friendly, and one of them actually recognized me from my frequent Barakat visits. Apparently it is the same owner. My order was ready in about three minutes, and I sat at a picnic table in Victoria Park and ate.
The good:
The chicken and vegetables were terrifically fresh and there was zero drop off in quality from my standard in-​restaurant order. Chicken, tahini, hummus, hot sauce, dressing, and vegetables were all exactly as expected. Which is delicious.
The bad:
There is only one thing I can knock. No baked pita chips in the salad. Those things are a staple at Barakat and remind me of stumbling across playboy magazine for the first time every single time I eat them. They were not offered or present and I felt so empty and sad I started writing a song for Taylor Swift without even realizing it.
The ugly:
With the proximity to multiple high schools, there were a lot of teens hanging out in the park. I forgot how big of potty mouths teens can be. YOU KIDS GET OFF MY LAWN.. The dead squirrel was the opposite of an appetizer as well. And some old lady driving by called me a word that alludes to male roosters and the product of vacuuming because she did not like that I got out of my car while she was driving hers on the same street
Overall I will go back when I am thirty pounds lighter and devour some shwarma poutine but for now will continue to travel two more blocks to Barakat, both for the baked pita chips and because 17 year olds talk like blackbeards oldest and most loyal crew members.