After about five minutes of stumbling down the main street like conjoined twins, we reached other end of it and pretty much the other end of the entire town as well. Most importantly, we reached our goal: Lett og Mett Kebab, which directly translates to 'Light and Filling Kebab' - a paradox for the ages. Not quite the warzone Burger King was but more of a side battle that everyone forgot about. We gingerly step over a student slumped against the wall, on his ass, head slumped forward just like the light yet filing kebab in his hand.
"Drunk kebab is just the best, isn't it Sofie?" I turn to see Sofie swallowing the kebab with her eyes shut. She was gripping the base of it with two hands and moaning softly as she took each bite, sauce dripping over the kebab and collecting in the folds of the tinfoil before overflowing onto her fingers and falling onto the floor.
"Jesus Sofie," I mutter under my breath. "It's just a kebab."
"But Tim, it's so good!" Her eyes burst open as she proclaims this to me. I thought for a second that I was being gifted the gospel. Even the student on the floor woke to see Sofie and her bulging eyes.