I know I have mentioned it before but you all really should be reading more Lew Bryson. You can subscribe to Lew's email service called the Occasional Pint by emailing him here and you can also read his monthly column "The Buzz" at his web site. Here is his column for February 2006.
Lew leads the life that every amateur beer writer envies...most days. But it was this passage in the most recent Occasional Pint that reminded me of the extent to which he goes to ensure we get the information we need:
The place smelled great, like all late-night hot food places do when you're a bit in the bag, and I immediately ordered my kebab. Then I actually looked around. It was us, and five Turks, one a very genial older man drinking coffee, the others young Turks (ha-ha), who were starting to get a bit aggressive. The one guy, who was - sorry, but it's true - one of the ugliest people I've ever seen, had a face like a skull, started getting in my face, speaking a mess of German and Turkish. I smiled and said "How are you, friend?" and stayed focused on my kebab. Finally he was leaning in and almost shouting, and I realized he had a knife in his hand.And that was without any reference to booze or beer! Read Lew and buy his books - especially if you live in or travel to PA, NY, DE, VA or MD.
"Eh!" the counterman barks, and we all - gratefully - froze. He glared at the Skull, and handed me my kebab. Exit, stage right! We got out the door, and quickly walked the two blocks back to the hotel, Skull forgotten in the hot, fragrant spiciness of the kebab. Gawd, it was good, I was just loving it. When we got back to the hotel, Lauren Clark, a writer from Boston I'd met on the trip and liked for her friendly unaffected normalcy, saw the doner and moaned a bit. "Is that food?" she asked. Yup. Greasy, delicious non-German food, I said. Want a bite? She did, and the look on HER face as she chewed made getting the thing even more worthwhile.