Shwarma

So last night I bumped into a guy who davens at my synagogue on the east side. Whenever I'm home for shabbos I see him there. I must have seen him several hundred times over the past few years, but I never spoke to him, not even once. However, since I obviously know who he is, and he obviously knows who I am, we had to exchange pleasantries. This is not a rare occurrence. Soooo often, you see someone you know from one place in another place, and these are the only times you ever talk. Why is that? Why can't you continue to ignore each other? Or if you see each other all the time, why not just go over and say hi one of those times? It was so funny last night when I realized I fell victim to the same thing that I had to laugh about it.
Anyway, I bumped into him at a shwarma place, and I was with a friend who was having shwarma for the first time. She asked me why there was more than one chicken selection on the menu and I said they cook them differently, to which she responded "chicken is chicken." Now this is certainly not true unless you have a cold and everything tastes the same to you. However, the more I thought about it, I still believed my friend to be wrong, but I got to thinking about shwarma. Most places sell one, maybe two types of shwarma. The common types are chicken, turkey and lamb. Honestly, these all taste the same to me, which means that the meat isn't the ikar of the ma'achal, rather it's the means by which the meat is cooked. Another words, chicken isn't chicken, but shwarma is shwarma. And Alex Smith is Alex Smith, and Brett Favre is Brett Favre.