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| - While I was waiting for my order, this guy next in line kept asking the girl at the counter "This is the real shit, right? It's the real shit?"
Well yeah, at Chicago Gyros it definitely is. I live a few minutes away from here, but had not stopped by in quite some time. I had worked up an appetite this particular morning and I found myself in the gyro kind of mood.
Goddamn, I think that gyro changed my life. It was succulent, flavorful, and so amazing that as you are devouring it you'd wish it could go on forever. It was basic, and perfect, no tomatoes or lettuce fouling up the works. My gyro was bursting full of meat and homemade tsaziki, and the accompanying ample helping of crinkle cut fries were also delicious (Greek places always have the best fries, I think because the only other thing they use the fryer for is the falafel?). It's the kind of meal you'll get a wild craving for, and I just know that I'll be sampling the rest of their menu with more frequency.
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