Gyro/Calzone

It was lunch time and I found myself in the middle of the city-center at Reutlingen.

 

I didn't want to sit and eat, so I stopped in a "fast-food" place to order lunch.

 

Of course they don't speak German. But that wasn't about to stop me from eating.

 

I saw the picture of the calzone. I didn't know what was in it. So I grunted, pointed to a picture, and got a nod of approval. (Primal instincts came to my rescue - that Maslow was on to something)

 

Turns out it was a gyro wrapped up calzone-style. Delicious.

Done