Oh, Donair why do you tease me with your sweet, garlicy goodness? Then, when I indulge in thee, you smite me with disgusting onion and garlic breath that perverts my entire being for the next 2 days? I was even denied entry into the queen’s room because of the scent of evil that you create. You are evil incarnate! Out, Donair, out!
—Shakespeare’s “Donair”
This article appears in Feb 5-11, 2009.
It doth be the sweet and garlicy goodness that is thine own downfall. If thine donair not possess the herb of the gods, then though wouldst turn up your nose at it and toss the un-edible swill to the meager peasants. Oh Donair…. such a bitter sweet victory.
good with cheese too.
the BEST with cheese!
SInfully delicious…or so I hear. I don’t eat red meat…or meat that looks as weird as Donair meat. However, I have also often caved to the taste of the donair, sans meat. And suffered the smelly aftermath. Damn you donair sauce.
I never had too many sober, but there’s nothing like a night of debauchery into the wee hours at pizza corner and waking up the next day wondering how the hell did I get all this donair sauce all over my shoes?
Oh, dirty dirty donair. Wrapped in tinfoil, swimming in juices, topped off with onions and tomato. Tasty treat! But it really does make you smell like ass for about 3 days. If I move, I would honestly miss them. There’s something not right with the ones served outside of NS.
I work in a pizzaria, its worse to smell of donair with your entire being than just to have bad breath.
does anyone find that like the delightful donair…the smell of subway hangs on your like a night of sweaty sex?
A friend of mine can tell you what you ordered for lunch by your smell if you go to Subway… so Ill say yes.