Bobbi got home from Dayton last night and was up for dining out. It was getting late to do the bicycling thing (the Monon closes at dark and only a fool dodges drunks near the strip with only a flimsy Trek or Giant as protection,) and so we dropped the top and headed for the newest feature in Broad Ripple, Poccadio Moroccan Grill.
The layout at the counter was like a cross between a Subway and a Baskin-Robbins, as the enthusiastic staff plied us with taster forks and encouraged us to sample the various tempting bits of North African cuisine. I settled for a plate of shawarma over rice, slathered with a delicious harissa of tear-jerking spiciness, with a side of lettuce drizzled with a cacık dressing and some cinnamon-honey orange salad.
Also? They deliver. Don't hate.
Bonus shawarma footage: