I firmly believe that you can find some of the most delicious food in the most unexpected places. The little mom & pop, hole-in-the-wall restaurants can be a jewel of a find.
Last week Matt came home and told me that he had THE BEST GYRO EVER. At a donut shop.
I raised my eyebrows, so he took me out to lunch Saturday and we both had THE BEST GYROS EVER.
Now, Jolly Pirate Donuts is a place I would drive by. Never would I go there ON PURPOSE. It's old, shabby, and in a sketch part of town. They were/are famous for their fried not baked donuts and baker's dozen.
At some point, no one knows when, no one knows why, JPD started to make gyros. And homemade tzatziki sauce. And herbed fries with feta sprinkled on top. And the underground foodie world raised their eyebrows. And the word spread and here we are in a dingy donut shop eating gyros. S'cuse me: THE BEST GYROS EVER.
Ok, ok, we got some donuts, too.