the tale
of badsha
As all good tales, this one too started with an ugly frog... okay, it didn’t. But it could’ve started with a princess locked in a tower deep in the misty, foggy woods… except it didn’t do that either. Truth is, it began with a rogue prince who figured opening a shawarma joint was way cooler than slaying dragons. No towers, no enchanted forests — just a vision of shawarmas so epic that knights would drop their swords, and dragons would give up all that hoarding gold nonsense (seriously, what do they even need it for?) for just one bite.
And thus, Bad Sha was born: Not from a fairytale, but because the world deserved a shawarma that could make even a dragon say, “Alright, fair enough, I don’t need the gold".
Som alle gode eventyr begyndte denne også med en grim frø… okay, det gjorde den ikke. Men den kunne være startet med en prinsesse fanget i et tårn dybt inde i en tåget, mystisk skov… bortset fra, at det heller ikke skete. Sandheden er, at det hele begyndte med tanken, at det at åbne en shawarma-bar var meget sejere end at slås mod drager. Ingen tårne, ingen fortryllede skove – bare en vision om shawarmaer så episke, at riddere ville smide deres sværd, og drager ville droppe alt det der med at hamstre guld for bare en bid (serøst, hvad skal de med det guld alligevel)
Og således blev Bad Sha født: Ikke fra et eventyr, men fordi verden fortjente en shawarma, der kunne få selv en drage til at sige: “Okay, fair nok, jeg behøver ikke det guld.”