a kebab, everything is halal here, and you have in prime the smells of joints that customers smoke in front of the establishment, and the horn blows of the boss' friends who don't hesitate to block the traffic to tighten their friends' hands. I wouldn’t stretch out on whistle-blowers during young girls’ passages or on scooters that customers like to scream as loud as possible, just next to your table with the laughter of the boss. The neighborhood explained to us that a petition was turning so that they would stop the noise in the day and in the middle of the night...
