First off, the man asks me to pay BEFORE he makes my shawarma. What the hell. That's just like, violating every shawarma ordering laws out there, let alone anything food business related. But whatever, I'm hungry, maybe he's just a bit weird like that.
He tells me to go and wait for him at the shawarma stand, "be there shortly". I stand there as the guy, the owner of the place as it happens, starts chatting up the woman buying cigarettes at his conveniencey-store stand. And he chats. Chats and chats. Quips a bad jokes. Yo, man, I'm waiting for a shawarma here.
After a good ten minutes (at least fifteen since I payed), he finally comes over. As a good Canadian, I think to myself, oh well, it's not like I had anything better to do, I'll still get food and a drink for an okay price. He starts asking what I want in it.
This this and that.. he takes his cooking tweezers and picks them off the pile like they're radioactive rice beads and piles a thing the size of a penny. Tiny portions. Urgh. I try to insist on the pickles and garlic sauce (I always ask for lots of those), but then he gets angry and starts loudly rambling on about how things simply won't fit and he won't be able to close it and things'll fall apart when I try to eat it. Dude, nevermind that your portions were ridiculously insignificant to begin with and there was plenty of space to cater my demands, but shawarmas fall apart and leak everywhere when you eat them. It's part of the experience. And anyway, after making me wait that long, the least you could do is be just the tiniest bit more generous. Or you know, not rant at me like that and write a negative review about your terrible business. Anyway, getting ahead of myself.
So, finally, I have my food and I sit down on shabby looking chair at lusterless table (turns out that was just the poor light) and I realize he doesn't have heating. It's -30 celsius outside. Apparently he's mooching off the heating of the McDonald's next door and it isn't working too well. I take a bite; putrid nonsense. The wattery garlic is overpowered with the taste of these olives that make me think of what Black Plague ridden Paris probably would have smelled like. I'm not saying this literally but those were truly distasteful! And I didn't even ask for the olives, when the hell did he sneak those in?!
Bottom line, don't dine here. It's the one single worst shawarma place I've ever been to, out of Ottawa and Montréal, Toronto, even Vancouver.