“He came to each table and just starting hitting them,” she said. “There were tables and chairs overturned, there was a man on the floor bleeding, there was blood on the floor…My legs felt like jelly. I just thought he was going to come up behind me and slash me up.”
Of course he did. No one was there to stop him.
I like Gyros. But you have to have it with lamb. And tzatziki.