NY Gyro Lunch

I was about to give this place 4 stars, just because my FAT behind wants double the portion. Omg this is very tasty, far from bland. I had the chicken over rice, with white and red sauce. I became an instant fan and will continue to stop by a couple of days a month. Good place, oh its very quick too.

Sound the Halarm! No need to risk NJ Transit & treck to NYC midtown to get top notch Americanized Middle Eastern chicken & rice food cart platters — some of the tastiest are served on Temple’s campus a skip n’ a jump from the Cecil B subway stop.
Yes, the line snaking from the boxy cart to the student center’s entrance is worth the (relatively short) wait. The three (skinny) bros in matching shirts huddled in the tiny food mobile whip up some crazy delish chicken and lamb over rice. My life may have hit bottom when I dream of food cart combo platters instead of Genie — but, hey, no need to fret, NY Gyro Lunch’s platters are absolutely crave-​worthy! And cheap — five bucks gets you a platter, a free soda, and, count ‘em, three smiles!
The food is «quality» quality — did these guys apprentice in NYC? Heck, Philly may have taken a bite outta the big apple this time. The hacked up chicken thigh meat is fragrant with lemon and coriander, sprinkled with grilled green peppers and onions, pinched with just enough salt to keep you craving extra forkfuls. The lamb is tender, gamey, peppery. The rice is moist, long grain, cumin-​scented and tumeric-​kissed, with a hint of oil. The plain Jane shredded iceberg & sliced tomato salad is, respectively, crunchy and crisp. The hot sauce is, actually, habanera hawt, the kind of hot that seers your tongue, coats the inside of yer mouth, and lingers in the back of your throat like a nagging smoker’s cough. It’s the kind of hot that’ll make you think twice before asking for «extra», but ask anyway — mixed with the lamb bits, it resembles a Mid East rendition of Texas chili hot dog sauce. Fortunately for those of a milder persuasion, the cooks do not load it on, but, if your buds are of the anesthetized type, the happy purveyors are glad to give you extra. The white sauce is subtle, a hint of cucumber-​vinegar tang that cools and complements the pungent spice of the meats. Importantly, the cart doesn’t try to cover up funky ingredients or poor prep with litters of white sauce — they «drizzle» fine white lines, «pure as the driven snow», atop the platter. So, you have a finely proportioned meal, where each flavor is instantly recognizable on its own until, mashed together into a mess of yellows and greens and reds and whites, combines to create a singularly phenomenal dish. Gosh, it’s Halal-​good!