Shawarma Inn — Restaurant in Jefferson Township

The people who work here are extremely nice

Considering that one may stop in at stupid o'clock... You be cool and they are cool.

The food here is solid.

The lentil soup is awesome. Really good!

Babba Ganoush isn't amazing , but it is tasty. They are generous in asking for tahini sauce. The Babba Ganoush isn't pretty much a "roasted eggplant puree". It is nice, just a bit different and may not be what you are used to.

Again, extra tahini....

This place is "Shawarma Inn"...

The meat is a bit overdone... Flavorful, but I like a bit more juice/ the idea that I am eating something that WAS alive. It's still tasty, tahini sauce helps.

But... I DO LIKE this place.

It's open 24hrs a day and they have been nothing but nice to me and serve very tasty food. They welcome everyone, yet this is a, for sure, cabbie Haven.

Think the first time I knew about this joint, was...

Today, around 1 PM, I entered this restaurant with the intention of having a meal. I asked the staff member if this was a halal café, and in response, she said with noticeable rudeness: “This is not a café, it’s a restaurant — look at the certificate there!” Her tone showed no willingness to assist. When I checked the certificate and tried to look at the menu, she suddenly said in a harsh manner: “Is that your car? Go move your car from here!” This kind of behavior is completely unacceptable and offensive.

The staff member was wearing a cap and a t-shirt, and acted with clear hostility.

I can only recommend that your establishment reevaluate how staff are trained, especially when it comes to basic courtesy and respect toward customers. This kind of attitude completely ruined my appetite and made me walk away. Please pay attention to this issue for the good of...

Witnessed the most horrific thing on my last order. My best guess is that one of the owners was preparing my combination plate. The t-shirt he was wearing looked as if it hadn't been washed in weeks. The was no basic cleanliness being practiced, no gloves, hair net, apron, etc. He was just wearing his dirty street clothes. I was letting that all slide until he began preparing my takeout container. With one continuous movement he reached into and under the arm of his t-shirt to scratch at his sweaty armpit and then proceeded to touch and form the tinfoil in the styroform container with those same filthy, wet fingers. Standing there in shock I didn't know what to say as I was outnumbered 8 to 1 by his staff and friends. I got home and gave the meats to the outside feral cats and threw everything else in...