"a satisfying story, slathered in love, wrapped in nostalgia."
Amy Spurway of Literary Review of Canada reviews Book of Donair by Lindsay Wickstrom
First, a confession: I am a donair heretic here in Halifax. My fondest (albeit fuzziest) memories of this town's iconic meat 'n' pita mess-fest were actually made in Fredericton, circa 1995, and involved the highly dubious donair submarine sandwiches peddled by the equally dubious campus character known as Rog the Sub Guy. I also believe that lettuce absolutely does belong on donairs. And because I've been a vegetarian for over a decade now, properly spiced seitan passes for meat in my books. Finally, I confess that my eyes nearly got stuck in the back of my head from rolling so hard when the donair was declared the official food of Halifornia, in 2016. But maybe that is because I'm from Cape Breton, and our unofficial official food is the pizza burgers sold in gas stations (not that we make a scene by going around declaring it so).