Kebabs
It is a well worn student tradition to gorge themselves on semi congealed kebabs after a night on the town. This circumstance leaves taste, substance, and value for money on the bottom of the list of priorities. However, in the sober light of day, a discernable difference can be seen between the kebabs York has to offer…
Oki’s Kebab
Located at High Ousegate, opposite Waterstones, Oki’s has a reputation as one of the most notorious kebab joints around. The well known phrase “lets go for an Oki’s” echoes throught the streets of this historical town late into the night. In mind of this astounding precedent, we tottered to Oki’s with high hopes; only to be sorely disappointed. The meat may well be at a “high” kebab standard. The lettuce may well be crispy and luscious. The pitta bread may well be just on the right side of chewy. In spite of these pleasing qualities, which should leave nothing more to be desired. Okis mar this triumph of kebab cuisine with a highly unnesecary, desperately potent and downright disgusting horseradish sauce. Why?
Micklegate Takeaway
In close and convenient proximity to Ziggy’s, the Mikelgate takeaway is repeatedly flooded with a late night student clientele; and justly so. Its kebabs are simple and effective- none of the horseradish nonsense mentioned above. And service with a smile is always a welcome change after the squeeze on the stairs and frequent elbow abuse occurring at Ziggy’s. However the more hardcore and adventurous among you may be forced out of these fixed premises, to the mercy of the street vendors of York.
Deniz Kebab
Lured by the large sign promising free chips or onion rings to any student willing to brave the delicacies Deniz has to offer, we approached the kebab van with slightly less trepidation than usually employed on such occasions. Our courage did not go unrewarded as we found the £3 “small” portion to be extremely generous: garlic sauce, crispy onions and kebab meet overflowing the polystyrene container. However, the honeymoon period with Deniz kebabs was soon over. On sober reflection it became obvious that the mammoth slathering of garlic sauce was less of a generous gesture, but more of a cunning plan to mask the ineptitude of this late night meal.
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