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| - ** 3.5 stars **
Ah, shawarmas. The food of university days gone by and late nights out.
It's been ages since I've had one, and the other day I decided I needed a little variety from my normal diet of burrito lunches (I love you, Chipotle, but I need a little space!).
Naz's was the one place closest to work, where I could guarantee success on this front.
The place was empty, except for one other guy sitting there, so I was guaranteed swift service. (Perhaps I just happened to get there during a lull? Or perhaps it gets more business late at night with the club crowd? I dunno.)
The chicken shawarma I bought was tasty, had just enough spiciness, and was decently priced.
The only quibble I had was with the woman who works at the counter, as a couple of my fellow Yelpers mentioned a while ago. She was great with my order, and got it in a decent amount of time (since no one else was there). But SO stone-cold.
I could understand her stern expression if the place was packed with hungry lunchtime customers, OR she had to deal with drunk party-goers late at night. But it was around 1 p.m. on a weekday afternoon, and I was stone-cold sober and polite. Despite this, she was stone-faced. She only softened her iron facade when (people I presumed to be) "regulars" came in to orders.
That's fine. But it's a little unfair, especially if you **want** to become a regular. Do I have to come in every day for that lady's expression to soften? Because I didn't get much encouragement. Looks like my next shawarma excursion might be to Quick Pita a bit farther away. Sorry, Naz.
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