For
1. the Kurdish butcher’s shop in our neighborhood. Representative of all those who put their heart and soul into filling their (home-baked) pocket bread.
2. show me your kebab and I’ll tell you who you are! Ordering a kebab is the Rorschach test of the fun society: box or flatbread, vegan or chicken, extra onion or none at all, yogurt or cocktail sauce, and all-important: with or without spicy?
3. the unifying achievements of Ali, Aladdin & Co. put most social democrats in the shade. From Hells Angels to marketing ladies, from car posers to yoga instructors – everyone meets here, at any time of day or night.
4. the energy-value-for-money ratio.
5. the kebab functions as a lifebuoy that brings boggy souls back to the ground of sobriety – by absorbing all residual alcohol in the stomach.
Against
1. kebab or love life – compromise impossible. In the clothes, in the nose, but above all in the mouth: the onion-fat smell bites everywhere and is harder to shake off than the donation collectors at the main station.
2 . in the vast majority of cases, we are interested in what the things we use to meet our energy needs are made of. The exception, wrapped in silver paper, is the Ottoman sandwich.
3. silver paper my ass: the Pope would rather dance at Gay Pride than eat the incarnate brutalization of culinary customs without plates and cutlery.
4 In addition to the fancy pants, the calorie bomb also ruins the beach vacation diet.
5. do you remember this pandemic recently? The virus jumped from bats to humans at the market in Wuhan, China. In view of the hygiene at some local food stalls, we could also come up with other theories…
