It's definitely Sultan's table. Like, there's not even competition.

How's this - a girl asked me out on a date a few weeks back, and you know what she suggested :lol: ? To get a fucking kebab from Sultan's, hahaha. That's how good they are.

One thing I've increasingly begun to notice in melb is there's a direct correlation between the type of bread/wrap they use and Kebab quality.

I don't think I've had a bad Kebab that comes in turkish bread. Wraps on the other hand are another story.

I've never even heard of this blasphemy of using a wrap. That sounds rank. It's gotta be thick so the texture goes perfectly with the garlic sauce and crunch of the lettuce.

Updated thread title, because let's face it - effnik food is pwoper good! (And no, that doesn't mean substituting Mr. Crackles' deliciousness for a dodgy Indian joint!)

So sometime this week when I get over this summer flu which snuck up on me, I'll be doing a ride and hoping for a luncheon either at the Gozleme store in Birkenhead Point (which is delicious) or Zeus - that new(ish) Greek store in Drummoyne (that now was 2-3 stores around Sydney!).

Anybody been to Zeus? Reccomend? Pros? Cons?

Nah fuck off m80, I've been back to that Indian place 5+ times since derby day, hahah. If EG fail in a our baginafinding mission at frankies/scubar in a few weeks I'm sure we'll end up there again.

You never fail on a baginafinding mission.

#godofmanwhore

Yep, It was fucking horrid. Made the After Grog Bog a million times worse as well. Think I broke EG's plumbing.

Edited by scotty21: 30/11/2015 12:59:59 PM

I'm calling it.

Mr. Crackles is pwoper effnik food. It's like a English/German/Vietnamese orgy. Top notch tucker.

Yeah, how I didn't puke on the bus to Parramatta. I won't lie. There was a few seconds as we crossed over Victoria Road where I was contemplating either just puking right there on the back seat, jumping up, popping open the roof hatch and chundering out of the roof of the bus, or hoping there was a bus stop meters away that I could dart out of and hurl up on the sidewalk. :lol:

I just got an image if that :lol:

I remember you looking at me, asking if I was OK. I just took a series of deep breaths and nodded slowly. :lol:

Like I said, was a close call. :lol:

While my mum and brother are having shit tier low level effnik food in the form of Domino's Pizza (which is a disgrace to the original Italian delicacy), I'll be having a yiros for dinner from the local take away shop (first time I went there, I said that it came in a schnitzel container, that's because there was probably a new guy on who's a fuckwit and doesn't know shit about pwoppa effnik food cos the second time I went there it was in a pwoppa wrap).

All I need now is a West Adelaide Hellas scarf and a flare and I can be a fully sik n fuckin hektik pwoppa effnik uleh.

That yiros was packed with fucking grease.

I'm genuinely about to throw up.

Now imaginehow you'd feel woth 20lts of alcohol in you as well

When you become an adult, and start drinking, you're going to crave that greasy finish to a night.

Bruh I'm gonna be tasting grease on my breath for the next three days

Better than the taste of goon (or vomit, in a worst case scenario).

How are you going to cope as an adult when you wake up the next morning with no just greasy garlic breath, but the stale aftermath of 10+ beers, + whatever else you drank, plus stale cigarettes on your breath.

You're in for a rough few years boy. You got a lot to learn. :.lol:

Before you know it, you'll be standing on on a church roof trying to walk Heine home and trying to convince Scotty not to steal your neighbour's boat.

"I think I can climb this church"

We legit had no idea where you went

So much so I started walking into solid brick walls. :lol:

I remember one night, well let me rephrase that. I vaguely remember this night at a 25th birthday party. The family was loaded and had this entire stash of rum, beer, wine, cigars and said it was all for us party goers free of charge. They just said to drink responsibly (we didn't) and have a good time (we did).
anyway, When I was still single I could drink so many beers and not get drunk, but If I mixed my drinks it spelled disaster. I don't recall how much I drank but I do remember someone took us down to a kebab spot for a little 2am late dinner. Id finished my Kebab and I spewed all over the shop floor and some poor lady slipped on it and got a nice face full of vom.
My friends have never let me hear the end of it, even today.

SydCro58 I'm sure remembers the time he and I were out for a mutual friends 19th (I think) and we wound up at The Star. Anyway, I got flat out refused entry as I was absolutely tanked (on the bus into the city, I had fallen out of my seat into the isle going around a not-so-sharp corner! and proceeded to sit in the isle the whole way into the CBD ). So we ended up getting some food at the McDonalds in Harbourside. I polish off a Quarter Pounder meal, some nuggets, and then some, and get the urge that I'm going to hurl. The bathrooms are 100m down the end of the hall, and up a flight of stairs. I got maybe 30, 40 meters down this corridor, and just hurl against the glass window of a shop. Nearly flooded the fucking corridor!

Anyway, I remember thinking "don't slip over in your own vomit, don't slip over!" What do I do, slip over in my own vomit. It was like something out of a cartoon too. Legs over head backwards. I was also suited up, so now I'm slipping all over the floor in a suit covered in my own vomit. :lol:

Eventually got myself to the bathrooms, and ran my tuxedo under the faucet as a quick 'fix-it' job. A few sprays of some Lynx body spray that I borrowed off some bloke in the bathrooms over my tuxedo and I was right as raid to try get into the casino via the front entrance. Anyway, despite stinking like vomit, and McDonalds I got let into the Casino. :lol: \:d/

Edited by Heineken: 2/12/2015 12:02:22 AM

lol that night sounds like it was at least a 2 day hangover. Casinos these days will let anyone in as long as your not wearing shorts or thongs.

Unsure if it's been mentioned but there's a new place serving souvlaki that's near the Bavarian Bier Cafe in Parra.

Definitely keen to try this out (never had a souva and I don't know why because they look amazing).

Souvas are the shit. Hit up Marrickville Yeeros. You'll cream.

Might ride to Marrickville tomorrow for lunch. :lol:

This is what is available as street food.

Its a Tunnbrödsrulle Med Räksallad (thin bread roll/wrap with prawn sallad.

It is a flat bread, typically 2 hotdogs (grilled or boiled), instant potato mash, tomato, lettuce, mustard, ketchup, dried onion with prawn mayonnaise (chunks of prawn in mayo)






or you can just get the good old fashioned hotdog with prawns


Edited by scott21: 2/12/2015 09:47:00 PM

Do you know how hard it is to hold a phone steady with one hand and hold a piping hot kebab in the other, when you're so blind drunk you're not sure if you're taking a photo of your phone with your kebab, or eating your phone whilst using your kebab to selfie yourself.

Might go for a cheeky burg then beers then to Marrickville yeeros. Sounds like a plan.

I'll see how I feel tomorrow. Had to abandon 2 of my rides this week due to this flu which won't fuck off. If I feel any better tomorrow, might go for a light ride out to Marrickville Yeeros for lunch tomorrow. Was going to do a 26km ride with a stop of at 'Zeus' in Drummoyne today, but thanks to my sinuses deciding to boycott me for the day that wasn't going to happen. :lol: