Maybe they exist since a quite long time. I’m talking about those soft round not too small sandwiches with some grains on and on the image at the front of the pittahouse they are filled with at least hamburger, salad and tomato.The first time here on Jourdan plein I couldn’t get one. Overthere if I remember well they’re as expensive or cheap as an ordinary pitta, pitta gyros let’s say, namely 3.5 euro. I thus commanded something else.The second time was somewhere in Ukkel or surroundings. The male servant at the counter had packed the thing already when I said that in fact I wanted to eat it IN the restaurant. When it was packed out I saw there were no tomatoes on it. I told that man I wanted it exactly the same as on the image not too tease him but only because I had taste for that. I mostly eat such a sandwich when I really eat “underway”, when I can just leave eating and wait until I’m back home, but as I still have to do the “routine” I do eat (–>my mother wants me to eat).
I sat down somewhere in the back of the restaurant and one of the shopkeepers at a table before mine turnt towards me to continue their sawing. I said “o if it’s only for thàt you address me I can best start a discussion with thàt guy overthere”, a fairhaired(?) frenchtalking on age.
I moved and sat down face to face to the guy at the table next to his. I looked straight to him not intended to turn my eyes away from him.
The Turkish on his chair turnt towards the frenchtalking and started a discussion. But then I had understood. “We even don’t know one another, if it is for your too much of salad, tell what I have to pay more. Is half a euro enough?”
Then it was in order and there was shut up about the whole thing and I left the restaurant with the can of fruitjuice in my hand.
Yesterday I was in Schaarbeek and commanded another soft hamburger let’s say. He wanted to know I think if a student sandwich was ok also, but I really didn’t need fried potatoes again, and o even french bread wasn’t needed. While he stood there with the aluminium already in his hand I asked if he had nothing against me eating it inside. That was no problem. He asked me what sauce I wanted and I commanded my usual one: garlic sauce. I had the impression he preferred me to say “ketchup” but I had enough of that since the day before when against all expecting my sardines appeared to be in tomato sauce when I had opened the metal little box. He didn’t feel to much to prepare anywhat in the world maybe, but he still did his job and asked if I needed salad and eventually cheese. This last was new for me, but why not.
Ladies and gentlemen, I got a soft round sandwich with or without grains with quite much kind of mayonaise, probably garlic sauce. The question of that garlic started years ago and is there fault, mayonnaise was as good for me but they don’t always have mayonnaise. Further there was a what is called hamburger also in, and a slice of ziz cheese. You know, I just wouldn’t have made problems of the tomato this time, there was no salad at all. Tomatoes can be expensive, we all know that.
