Palmera Oasis

The default go to place for nights in, when I can’t be bothered to cook. It has never let me down.

Wow, this place. Where do I start? Hmm. Well, was it when the guy clumsily built my wrap, picked up my fallen meat with his hands, his bare hands, then went oops, picked up the tongs to pick up the meat, as if I didn’t notice, or was it when I took a bite of it, and it was the worst wrap I’ve ever eaten? Well, second worst, because it was edible and not covered in terrible ranch dressing. The garlic sauce evaporated, couldn’t taste that, all I could taste was this really spicy (overpowering) chili sauce that was doused over everything, over the flavorless nothing that needed the sauce to mask it. The ingredients aren’t fresh, and I say this knowing how Lebanese food should taste: lemony, peppery, salty, with a bitch load of thyme. This wrap, while huge for just under 6 pounds, was definitely something you had to either be high off your gourd to eat, no tastebuds/​preference for taste at all, or just drunk. Like filthy, stinking drunk. I should’ve been drunk when I ate this. I didn’t finish it, and I finish almost anything.