For me, though, the whole sandwich nature of the doner is essential. Eating a doner should essentially be a race between your appetite and the structural integrity of the increasingly grease-soaked pitta bread.
I went to a respectable Turkish restaurant that made their own doners and, while the meat was much nicer than your average kebab shop, a pile of it on a plate with rice and pickles and whatnot just isn't as satisfying because it's not a sandwich.
“Do you have any wheaten bread?”
Quote: The Irish man in the queue in front of us at the breakfast buffet in whatever hotel in Mexico we were in, mid 90s.
I was so overcome with a sense of national pride I am surprised a mass sing along of A Nation Once Again did not immediately ensue.