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Every so often, I go to one of the local food carts for lunch: chopped lamb (or probably mutton, sliced off one of those skewers used to make gyros) on rice, with onions and lettuce and stuff. They offer a variety of toppings (green peppers, olives, tomatoes, and the like) and sauces. I always ask for just the white sauce.
Today, I got back to my office and started eating my lunch, including the very nice sauteed onions. I noticed after a few bits that parts of it were spicy. I made the mistake of trying to identify those bits (I could see some hot sauce in places). I only stopped when it was actively painful.
I have thrown that out, and gone out again. I am now eating a chicken and cranberry sandwich, despite having originally gotten the lamb and rice because I felt "I don't want a sandwich" half an hour ago. Pret a Manger may not be exciting, but it's reliable, and right now I didn't want to chance another lunch I couldn't eat. My mouth stopped hurting about the time I got to Pret; call it five minutes from when I gave up on that lunch.
I am disappointed, because I like lamb and there aren't that many places that will serve it for a reasonably cheap lunch; angry, because damn it, this isn't difficult, the sauces are in separate bottles; and unhappy, because damn it, that hurt.
Today, I got back to my office and started eating my lunch, including the very nice sauteed onions. I noticed after a few bits that parts of it were spicy. I made the mistake of trying to identify those bits (I could see some hot sauce in places). I only stopped when it was actively painful.
I have thrown that out, and gone out again. I am now eating a chicken and cranberry sandwich, despite having originally gotten the lamb and rice because I felt "I don't want a sandwich" half an hour ago. Pret a Manger may not be exciting, but it's reliable, and right now I didn't want to chance another lunch I couldn't eat. My mouth stopped hurting about the time I got to Pret; call it five minutes from when I gave up on that lunch.
I am disappointed, because I like lamb and there aren't that many places that will serve it for a reasonably cheap lunch; angry, because damn it, this isn't difficult, the sauces are in separate bottles; and unhappy, because damn it, that hurt.