Listen, sometimes a man just needs to wrap his face around some perfectly plump and sensationally moist boobs. Boobs on a salad. Boobs with caramelized onions. Boobs covered in Taziki. My point? Nobody serves up perfectly prepared chicken tatas over a bed of lettuce better than Pita Jungle.
Pictured is the Broiled Chicken Salad. I added caramelized onions and subbed Taziki for the normal dressing. I also added extra chicken boob to quell the raging testosterone storm in my body. "Man need meat!" ((Insert a photo of a Neanderthal, or frat bruh here))
Hayfa (the amazing woman who puts up with my shit) ordered the same thing, minus the extra meat (haha), but did add a side of seared Ahi Tuna and the Curry soup. Both were incredible. The flavor profile of the soup is really amazing. Get it! Try it. Love it.
Staff are always amazing. The front desk girl was a little awkward when we first walked in. Let me explain:
Her: Hi, for here or to go?
Us: For here.
Her: ((7 seconds of awkward silence and blank stares))
Me: Is that cool? Are you guys closing soon or something? (Assuming her silence meant she didn't want to seat us)
Her: No. Just pick a table and I'll let the server know.
Me: Haha... Cooooooool.
It was more entertaining than irritating, so all is good. My wife loved the cozy looking sweater thing she had on, so forgiveness was extended to her.
This location is always chill. Lots of seating. And really amazing service staff. The food is consistently prepared which is expected, but not always the case with some of our other favorite spots in town.
If you haven't been. Go feed your face here. We always leave feeling deeply satisfied. -Adam