Friday, September 21, 2012
Fatoosh Pitza & BBQ
The other day I was hungry in the afternoon and happened to be right by Fatoosh. I decided to stop in. Their banner reads "Middle Eastern Pitza," which I assumed would be like a pizza on pita bread. (You can probably already guess what's coming: never make assumptions, they're always wrong.)
"I would like a pitza," I said to the guy behind the counter. "I feel like bell pepper and garlic, but also one other item. What do you think it should be? Sausage? Chicken?"
"I dunno," he mumbled. "Get whatever you want."
I've only been in Brooklyn five months, but that's more than enough time to not be surprised by responses like this.
"Okay," I said. "Just bell pepper and garlic, then."
After only sitting down for about 60 seconds, both of our eyes starting burning. The place filled up with the smell of onions. I wondered if perhaps the workers there were immune, so I turned to look at them. The guy behind the counter was rubbing his eyes with his shirt.
"My fucking eyes are killing me," he yelled to anyone who was listening.
Thankfully someone opened the door and after a few minutes the problem went away.
But others tables around us had Middle Eastern foods and they looked damn good. I will probably return to Fatoosh and try a gyro or a kebab in the near future; if I had known that their pizza was just going to be regular pizza, that's what I would have ordered in the first place.
Posted by JustinM at 10:40 AM