Best Kebab in Glasgow City

The worst food I've eaten in decades. Worryingly tepid, tastes terrible, horrendous taste and texture. We were rhr only people in the place so probably a sign that it wasn't going to be good. Overpriced for tiny portions. I have tried to think of some redeeming qualities and the only 2 I can think of.... It's open at all hours, so convenient. Also, the quarter of the food before the rest away didn't kill me

Best Kabab in Glasgow? More Like "Barely Edible Byproduct" Right, so I ventured into this establishment, "Best Kabab," in Glasgow with a rumbling stomach and optimistic naivety. Let me tell you, the only thing "best" about it was the speed at which I regretted my life choices. The kebab itself? A culinary catastrophe. I've genuinely encountered pavement snacks with more flavour and less… existential dread. Honestly, I reckon I've accidentally swallowed better-tasting cockroaches during a particularly enthusiastic jog. This thing tasted like disappointment marinated in yesterday's gym socks. And the proprietor? Picture a grumpy garden gnome who's just discovered his prize-winning petunia has been trampled. He's an angry wee soul, radiating the warmth of a polar vortex. You get the distinct impression his father popped out for a pint of milk and a scratch card sometime in the last century and hasn't been seen since. Explains a lot, frankly. He's clearly not in the hospitality business to spread joy; making a profit seems to be his sole, aggressively pursued, ambition. The whole operation felt less like a fast-food joint and more like a scene from some dystopian children's workhouse. There were definitely small humans involved in the food preparation and floor scrubbing. I'm no expert, but I'm pretty sure the health and safety regulations involve more than just hoping little Timmy doesn't sneeze directly into the chilli sauce. It was like a grim, greasy outtake from the Annie 2025 remake, but instead of singing about tomorrow, they were probably just silently yearning for a day off. In conclusion, avoid "Best Kabab" like you'd avoid a deep-fried haggis in a Glaswegian pub after 10 pints. Your taste buds will thank you. Your stomach will thank you. And frankly, the local cockroach population probably has a better culinary reputation. You're better off grabbing a questionable burger from a van – at least the existential dread might come with some onions.

Found spunk in my kebab. Not Good

Worst kebab I’ve ever had. Owner is a scammer. Says he fergot to give me my change as I was nearly scammed £4.20. Poor kebab

I bought a kebab and meat and it comes out like this, like poop!

Tasted like my nans kebab flaps will not reccomend to anyone

Staff was rude and looked like they needed a bath no wonder I couldn’t get of the toilet for hours AVOID AT ALL COSTS 🤮🤮

The staff were nice but nothing special everything else was the problem prices are extortionate do not recommend will go to my friends dads kebab shop from now on👍

Worst kebab in United kingdom, first time I eaten here last night, been on the toilet ever since. Keep clear

This place is the worst place to ever go. I'm going to shut the kebab shop down.

The owner is horrible I would not put a pound in is pocket. I am disabled and I am in a wheelchair and I asked him very politely if he had any battered sausage ready I was extremely Hungry. I do love a good big sausage. He was very rude and grunted at me and said no so I politely I asked for 12 inch pizza which he than pulled a child out from the back by the scruff on there tv shirt and said cook pizza I’ll give you 1 drink. I have had better experiences with different men and I can’t even feel pleasure.

Best kebab more like worst kebab. Thought I’d get something quick after hours travelling from London for work wish I hadn’t made me so sick felt like I was honestly dying

Disgusting you will be in Toilet are night 🤮🤮🤮🤮

Don’t eat here, it’s worse than Covid, owner is a complete joke, kebab meat is horse meat. I’ve sat on the toilet for days now

Best Kebab in the world for realz! Just don't make eye contact with the owner

Food tasted like it came straight from junk junction food bank

The guy behind counter was telling me the illuminati are trying to destroy his business but his food is top tier , and the banter is second to none , real family run business , support local food shops and not these big characterless chains , my man does the best pakora I’ve ever tasted.

Not the biggest portion but was good food

If I could give this place 0 stars I would worse place ever kabab was rough as anything Saled looked like it was 2 years old never coming back hope you see this owner fix your place up or I will buy the place off you and make it better

Probably the worst experience of a kebab (if you could call it that) I've ever encountered. Avoid, if you want botulism.

I walked into Best Kebab, a true hidden gem, The doner meat? Perfect, like it was sent from them. Shaved just right, with flavor so deep, I thought it might’ve been marinated in sleep. The weight of that wrap—heavy like a dream, I swear it could bench press more than it seemed. And the cheesy chips? Oh man, they hit the spot, Melted cheese on fries—honestly, what more do you want? The sauce was on point, not too thick, not too thin, It wrapped it all up in a perfect win. All this for just £8.50, can’t even lie, I left that shop thinking, "I could probably fly." But haters gonna hate, they’re always on the grind, Talking trash ‘bout the best kebab they can’t find. “Too much meat!” they whine, “It’s just too big!” Like they’re mad the kebab’s got more *swing* than their gig. They say, "That sauce is too bold, that’s a crime!" But I’m here for the flavour, the weight, and the time. Let them talk smack, let them roll their eyes, I’m munching on perfection, and it’s no surprise! And the workers? Man, they’re cool as can be, Like the kebab’s not the only thing *seasoned* so free. The owner? A legend, smooth with the flow, If he served kebabs in a movie, he’d steal the show. Always a smile, always a vibe, Like the man runs a kebab shop and a *cool* tribe. You walk in there, and you feel like a G, Best Kebab’s got the crown, no one’s touching that key.

Could of gave a better portion pare £10 for this

Ate it and I got food poisoning so I can't come to my cousin's wedding would recommend again if I need out of something

Absaulte joke stinking food and service if u want food poisoning go for it

Title: A Kebab Catastrophe Run by Gordon Ramsay’s Evil Twin If you've ever wondered what it feels like to be personally attacked by a kebab, look no further than Salah’s Flaming Grill of Doom. The meat was so dry, I thought it was a prop from a Pharaoh’s tomb. The salad? Limp. The sauce? I think it was just regret and vinegar. And the naan bread could’ve been used to tile a roof. BUT THE OWNER. Oh. My. God. This man is not just angry. He’s professionally furious. I walked in and said, “Hi, do you do chicken?” and he stared at me like I’d insulted his mother, his grandmother, and all seven generations of his ancestors. I asked for extra garlic sauce — he growled. I said “thanks” — he scoffed. My friend asked for no onions and he screamed, “You don’t deserve kebab!” Eating there was like being in a hostage situation with spicy meat and shouting. At one point, he slapped the counter and yelled, “I MAKE FOOD, NOT FRIENDS!” Would I go back? No. Do I tell everyone they HAVE to try it once? Absolutely. Just for the experience of being verbally assaulted by an angry meat wizard. 5 stars for rage, 0.5 stars for the food.

Dirty, unappealing, rude service, the kebab there was grayish and tasted doll, dont eat here EVER.!!

I shat my self after eating here and yet my undies were still more clean then this shop

The best kebab I have ever had . Do not believe the bad comments below , most of them were written for fun . Delicious food , good service .

The worst take away in Western civilization. Seriously, GCC what are you doing, close it down. Must be used for money laundering.

Kebab gave me the shits for a week

Wouldn’t even make beavo eat this absolute trash

The go berserks are usually spot on when it comes to a kebab. Unfortunately this outfit is 3rd world material. Even the starving wouldn't eat it and I can imagine the foxes rummaging through a bin would turn their noses up at it. As for the freaky little odd bods that serve it, where we're they made. Pure gash.

The Kebab Knightmare: A Glasgow Horror Story Location: The Mysterious, Possibly Cursed Kebab Shop of Glasgow (Name withheld to protect the guilty, but you’ll know it by the faint smell of regret and broken dreams.) First Impressions: Walking in, I was greeted by a kebab so limp it could’ve been used as a prop in a Viagra ad gone wrong. The decor was a charming mix of "early 2000s cafeteria" and "abandoned petrol station," with a flickering fluorescent light that set the mood—like a horror movie, but with more grease. The Doner Disaster: I ordered a doner, because I’m an optimist (or a masochist). What arrived was a culinary crime scene. The meat had the texture of a stressed-out pencil eraser and the flavor profile of a shoe that’s seen things. Was it lamb? Beef? A recycled football? The world may never know. The "Salad": A single slice of iceberg lettuce, tomato wedge, and enough raw onion to power a small chemical weapon. It wasn’t so much a garnish as it was a cry for help. The Sauce Situation: The garlic sauce had the consistency of gorilla glue and the charm of a passive-aggressive note. The chili sauce? Either made from the tears of disappointed customers or diluted Tabasco from 1997. The Aftermath: Eating it was like playing Russian roulette with my digestive system. I spent the next 24 hours in a state of existential reflection—questioning my life choices, the concept of flavor, and whether the shop was actually a front for a government experiment. Final Verdict: 0/10 – Would rather eat a traffic cone (which, let’s be honest, is probably more nutritious). If this kebab shop was a person, it’d be that one uncle who shows up to family gatherings smelling of stale cigarettes and bad decisions. Pro Tip: If you find yourself here, run. Or at least have the number for NHS 24 on speed dial. Bonus: The only thing fresh here was the audacity to charge money for it.

Order a kebab but he gave me mince meat instead

kebab made me physically sick. was chased with a bat for being sick. if i could give 0 stars i would 😬😬

Got the chips cheese and curry - very tasty. The sauce was very rich, and the chips were very crispy. || UPDATE: I got the runs

After an 18-month odyssey fraught with peril—traversing treacherous landscapes, braving tumultuous seas, and navigating through war-torn regions—I finally arrived at the hallowed doors of Best Kebab in Glasgow. My arduous journey was eclipsed only by the transcendent experience that awaited within this culinary sanctuary. Upon entering, I was enveloped in an ambiance of unparalleled opulence. The air was infused with the tantalizing aroma of the world’s finest kebabs, a prelude to the gastronomic symphony that was about to unfold. The establishment’s commitment to luxury was evident in every detail, from the exquisite décor to the meticulously curated wine selection that rivals the cellars of royalty. The evening commenced with an indulgent serving of the most exquisite caviar, each pearl a testament to the establishment’s dedication to sourcing only the rarest delicacies. As I savored this oceanic treasure, a troupe of exotic belly dancers graced the floor, their mesmerizing movements weaving an enchanting tapestry of culture and artistry that captivated all in attendance. The pièce de résistance was, without question, the legendary kebabs—universally acclaimed as the most excellent in the world. Each bite was a revelation, a harmonious blend of flavors and textures that elevated this humble dish to celestial heights. The meat, marinated to perfection and grilled with masterful precision, melted in my mouth, leaving an indelible impression on my palate. Amidst this feast, I was treated to a foot massage with garlic sauce—a sensory experience so divine it defies description. The rich, aromatic essence of garlic infused into the soothing massage transported me to realms of relaxation previously unimagined. This was followed by a performance by the renowned Polish gnome dancers, whose spirited and whimsical routine added a delightful touch of magic to an already enchanting evening. The service at Best Kebab was nothing short of outstanding. The staff anticipated my every need with a grace and attentiveness that bespoke true hospitality. Their unwavering commitment to excellence ensured that my epic journey culminated in an experience that surpassed even my wildest dreams. In conclusion, Best Kebab in Glasgow is not merely a dining establishment; it is a temple of culinary artistry and luxurious indulgence. Every moment spent within its walls is a celebration of the extraordinary, a testament to the heights that dining can achieve when passion and perfection converge. My perilous journey was but a small price to pay for the unparalleled bliss that awaited me at Best Kebab—a true jewel in Glasgow’s gastronomic crown.

Awful doner kebab on Sunday night. A bit of meat, some minced onion and grated cheese - no real salad. Rubbish.

I’m here for the clout. 5/5 stars for responses.

Right, so listen—ah went tae Best Kebab in Glasgow the other night, an’ honest tae God, it wisnae just a meal, it wis a spiritual experience. Am no jokin’. Ye ever had a scran so good that ye start re-evaluatin’ yer entire life? That wis me, sittin’ there wi’ a tray a’ chips n’ kebab meat, nearly greetin’ at how perfect it wis. Soon as ah walked in, the smell hit me like a pure warm hug. The place hus that magic mix—a wee bit dodgy lookin’ but ye know the food’s gonnae be top-tier. The boys behind the counter were runnin’ the show like a well-oiled machine, slicin’ that kebab meat wi’ precision, like surgeons operatin’ on a doner. A just stood there in awe, mesmerised by the meat spinnin’ on the grill like it was tellin’ me a story. Then it landed. A tray so heavy it coulda’ doubled as a weapon. The chips? Golden, crispy but fluffy inside, no a single soggy yin in sight. The kebab meat? Melted in ma mooth, seasoned tae perfection, jist the right mix a’ greasy and glorious. It wis like every bite wis crafted by angels themselves. An’ let’s no even get started on the sauce options—ah went for the classic garlic mayo an’ it wis a revelation, pure nectar. No even halfway through the meal an’ ah wis already textin’ ma pals like “lads, we need a pilgrimage tae Best Kebab ASAP.” Ah wid’ve put the place forward for a Michelin star right there an’ then if ah could. The portions were so massive, ah started wonderin’ if ah shoulda brought a lawyer tae negotiate a contract tae finish it. But a soldiered oan, ’cause food this good deserves respect. The best bit? That moment when ye get tae the bottom o’ the tray, an’ there’s that last chip that’s been soakin’ up aw the kebab juiciness. A wis near emotional. If that chip wis a person, ah’d have proposed on the spot. Ye dinnae get that level a’ flavour in fancy restaurants wi’ their daft wee portions—this wis proper scran, Glasgow-style. Ah left Best Kebab a changed man. Walkin’ oot intae the cold night, belly full, soul replenished, ah felt like ah’d experienced somethin’ biblical. If there’s a heaven, ah hope it’s jist a big Best Kebab in the sky, servin’ up endless trays a’ chips n’ meat, nae judgment, nae regrets. So aye, if ye’ve no been, sort yersel’ oot. This is the kinda scran that’ll make ye believe in miracles. 12/10.

Lo! What fate unkind, or perchance divine, hath borne me hence from the bosom of mine own isle to this realm most curious, where towers rise like mountains forged of steel, and chariots move with neither beast nor sinew? In this place they call’d Glas-gow, where rain falleth as though the heavens themselves did weep unending, I didst chance upon a most hallowed hall of victuals, a temple of nourishment known amongst these strange folk as Best Kebab. Verily, mine nostrils were first to know its sorcery, for as I trod the sodden stones of this drear and howling city, the wafting airs of roasting flesh didst beckon me forth as sirens doth call sailors unto the jagged rock. The fragrance, a melody of charred beast, garlic, and spice unknown, swirled about me, and like an entranced beast, I heeded its silent summons. Thus, didst I venture within this shrine of meat and fire. There stood a man, an alchemist of the flesh, who with naught but blade and flame, didst conjure forth strips of mutton from a spinning tower of succulence. “What be this?” quoth I, though in speech most foreign to him, for mine tongue is that of the ancients, unbent by time’s cruel march. He answer’d not with words but with deed, for anon, he didst take soft bread, pliant and warm as a lover’s embrace, and within it laid he the strips of his sorcery, anointing it with greens crisp as the jungle’s own bounty, and a sauce that didst burn as the midday sun. At first bite, I knew terror and rapture alike. The beast’s flesh, tender yet imbued with the fire’s wrath, didst war upon my tongue, yet in this battle was no victor, save my own mouth. The sauce, a tempest of heat and tang, didst smite mine senses with a fury most divine, yet I, no coward, didst endure, nay, didst relish its fiery embrace. What magic hath these people wrought upon so simple a repast that it shouldst stir my very soul thus? Aye, and yet it was not merely the flesh that enchanted me. The bread, though humble in aspect, didst cradle the feast within as the mother doth her babe, lending unto it a solace that didst temper the spice’s cruel bite. And the greens, though naught but leaf and vine, didst lend freshness as the morning dew doth temper the dawn’s first blaze. Such harmony in discord, such art in mere sustenance! Were I to sing of its glory, my voice alone wouldst not suffice, nor a thousand songs do it justice. Yet, as all pleasures in this world do wane, so too didst my feast meet its end. And lo, did I sit in pondering silence, for in that moment, I knew mine own island’s ways were but the whispers of children before the roaring song of this Glasgow’d marvel. Could it be that we, in our distant cradle of palms and storm, hath liv’d thus long in ignorance of such gustatory divinity? Or doth the gods themselves smile upon this place alone, gifting it with the secrets of flesh and flame? O fate, cruel and beguiling! For though mine heart swelleth with joy at this newfound delight, it is tempered with sorrow, for I know well that to return to mine isle is to leave behind this wonder, ne’er to taste its glory hence. Should I, then, abandon my home and take up residence in this land of cold and rain, if only to know once more the rapture of kebab? Or shall I carry its memory as the lover doth a lost embrace, treasuring it though it may ne’er return? Thus, I take my leave, a man changed, a savage no more, but a disciple of the kebab’s embrace. Farewell, O Best Kebab of Glas-gow! Thine art shall live in my heart as an ember that may ne’er be quenched, and though I wander far, know that mine soul shall e’er linger at thy doorstep, hung’ring evermore.

A Journey of a Lifetime for the World’s Greatest Kebab Shop- Best Kebab I had heard whispers of a mystical kebab shop in Glasgow — a place where the kebabs are so divine that people allegedly risk life and limb just for a taste. Naturally, as a devout seeker of culinary excellence, I knew I had to make the pilgrimage. My journey began in the rugged landscapes of North Korea, where I procured two steadfast donkeys (whom I christened Kim and Jong) to transport me across continents. Through biting Siberian winds and treacherous Eastern European backroads, Kim and Jong gallantly carried me toward my gastronomic destiny. Arriving in Glasgow, weary and half-starved, I stumbled through the rain-slick streets until the neon glow of the kebab shop emerged like a beacon in the fog. The moment I stepped inside, the aroma of sizzling meat and warm spices enveloped me — a sensory embrace that promised deliverance. The kebab itself? A masterpiece. The meat was succulent, the sauce a harmonious blend of spice and tang, the pita so soft it may have been woven from clouds. It was a symphony of flavor that transcended the physical plane. But just as I was ascending to culinary nirvana, a commotion erupted. A figure emerged from the back, brandishing a cricket bat with an intensity that suggested both sporting ambition and moral conviction. I locked eyes with him, kebab half-raised, uncertain whether to flee or continue savoring this sacred meal. He pointed the bat at me and roared, “Finish it or leave!” Motivated by equal parts fear and reverence, I devoured the remaining kebab in record time. As I stumbled out into the Glasgow night, I realized that this was more than just a meal — it was a test of character, resilience, and the human spirit. Would I risk it all again for another bite? Without hesitation. Kim and Jong are already saddled.

The Kebab looked like the owners mums flaps 🤣

Fui aquí por un puñado para los chicos de Balmo Wee cogzy estaba disgustado con su carne de kebab que casi vomita mirandola cruda flip flop más como , el tío Ben debería un acaba de tener su propio arroz en lugar de su quesohamburguesa queso era de plástico y la hamburguesa era como comida seca para perros en un bollo entonces el kebab de pollo del tío Jim wow cubos de baba más como telefoneado para decirle y consiguió mi vida amenazada no volverá a cicatrices de por vida

Finally tried their famous donner kebab and it basically smart price dug on steroids. Stinking. Tbf, that’s a bit unfair on dog meat comparing that to it. Portion was small and the guy tried to charge an extra £2 because I wanted chilli and garlic sauce on the kebab.

The Ultimate Kebab Experience – A Must-Visit! If you’re searching for the best kebab in Glasgow, look no further—this place is an absolute gem! From the moment you step inside, the tantalizing aroma of sizzling meat and freshly baked bread fills the air, promising a meal that will exceed all expectations. The kebabs here are nothing short of perfection. The meat is always tender, marinated to perfection, and grilled to achieve that irresistible smoky char. Whether you go for a classic lamb doner, juicy chicken shawarma, or a mixed grill platter, every bite is packed with rich, authentic flavors. The freshness of the ingredients is undeniable, from the crisp vegetables to the warm, fluffy naan that perfectly complements each dish. But what truly sets this place apart is the attention to detail. The homemade sauces—whether it’s a fiery chili, a creamy garlic, or a refreshing mint yogurt—take the flavors to another level. And let’s not forget the generous portions, ensuring you leave completely satisfied. Beyond the food, the service is outstanding. The staff are friendly, welcoming, and passionate about their craft. Whether you’re grabbing a quick takeaway or sitting down for a relaxed meal, the atmosphere is always inviting. This isn’t just a kebab shop—it’s an experience. If you’re in Glasgow and craving a proper, high-quality kebab, this is the place to be. Trust me, once you try it, you’ll be coming back for more!

Food was absolutely awesome and very sweet workers and the guy that works there was so kind and had amazing food total amazing atmosphere

Amazing experience amazing food amazing customer service

Best Kebab and nicest owner and staff

I’m from another universe and I like the name not the kebab and for some reason there was a bug in by belly button.

Best kebab in the Glasgow , visited with friends everyone enjoyed , good and fast service highly recommend to everyone must try

I have pics, but why should I be the one to shatter dreams? If you are a schoolboy off for your lunch in 2006, then your lunchtime appetite has been severely met and no more 😂 If you want the low carbon, low carb, sustainable energy version of chips, you're in the right place because there was only about 12 of them 😂.. Allegedly

I recently visited Best Kebab and had an amazing experience! The staff were incredibly friendly, the kebabs were packed with flavor, and the pricing was very reasonable. I highly recommend this place to anyone looking for a delicious kebab—hands down the best kebab joint on the planet! Definitely worth a visit!

I ordered a donner chips and cheese and the guy charged me £14 for the weakest portion the meat looked like a dogs dinner and the sauce was watery. A large kebab was priced at £7.50 and when I queried his obv mistake he said the chip in the snack box and cheese were what makes up the price. I could of got a full kebab a full portion of chips all with cheese and sauce in ANY other kebab place. I felt like losing the place a throughing it in the bin. Worst service and food ever and actually cons the customers.

Best place if you want to die from diarrhea So if you dont want to have diarrhea dont come

me and mad robyn miller went here and wow!!! the food was amazing were served gucci burgers (photo below). once we had finished our food the owner chased us up and down Buchanan street with a machete, now i’m not very fond of machetes so it gives me quiet the scare overall 10/10 the place is brilliant. looking forward to having a birthday party there in the near future.

Went in here innit cuz I fancied some kebab the ceilings mold was so bad I thought it was a literal black hole. Told boss man about it, I got told that I was get to skinned like a criminal.. and I got some extra protein for the 12 cockroaches that seemed to be enjoying my kebab

If I could give 0 stars then I would. Honestly from start to finish it was awful. A mixed donner and chips was £14.50 and I am from London and that seems pricey. When I questioned it I got told go “go back to London”. Service was diabolical at best! I saw the meat wasn’t being cooked and asked for fresh and was told the pots are hot. Unfortunately this was the only place open late at night so we were stuck. I thought I would chance it as I had already paid. The food was shocking. Flavourless and Luke warm. I threw it away in the end. Salad options were cabbage and lettuce that was it. The chilli sauce had no spice and the garlic was wet. Making the half cooked chips so very soggy. AVOID AVOID AVOID Stay hungry and have a nice breakfast instead. Sack the personnel be behind the counter too. Seemed upset that his services were requested. Posting elsewhere because it’s that poor. Shame on you. Just give up.

Very bad, Rude owner and overpriced.

Lad your meat tastes like utter roasted flaps, Sort it oot ya sandal sniffer. Muhammed said he would shank my ends. Rank!

Peter Nolan your not getting a free kebab stop lying

Went here for a wee bit of food before going home. Felt like I was eating a Doberman. The aftertaste of the rancid food is still in my mouth hours after eating it. You'd be better servicing cat food on toast. This place gets zero booms in the boometer. ZERO BIG BOOMS. So says lil Justice. Awful place

Me and my mariachi band came all the way from mexico to try best kebab i not happy with food as it looks like el cartilo have fun time on my food the meat was like something from funky town. me and my amigos tell mr behind store food no bien and he pull out a metal baseball bat and run at me n my posse while we hop fences and high metal walls. shouting ariboooooo which is bad aka no. me n my disciples play mexican song to stop the bull like el matador. While this is happing my horse runs away now i am trapped in clyde side river it ben 13 day since the attack pls help. Oh he also give me my food and said 'hot plate' I dont recomend for my posse or rival posses

Me nd ma mate went up best kebabs, he took a bite and had cardiac arrest and unfortunately bossmans food roaches and pet rats couldnt successfully perform cpr, rest in peace big lewis

The people and the food were both terrible. Way to overpriced. No way you can call yourself “best kebab” I hope they Will do better

Esto fue una bomba absoluta de un lugar, estaba como la tumba de mi pez dorado muerto de mi infancia, honestamente una alcantarilla huele mejor que la comida allí, no me hagas empezar con la comida, mi kebab tenía más semen que una almohada adolescente, también había más pubs en mi comida que la cantidad de agujas en el centro de la ciudad, el pan de la abuela estaba más rancio que un bingo Goer, el servicio era grosero y perseguía a algún chico por gritar "Sнit Kebab", ¡¡un grupo de sacos FÚckin Spud!

Absolutely disgusting!!! Food was lukewarm at best overpriced and staff were stinking of B.O need to invest in some deodorant never mind good food

Traveled 6 hours for a kabab just of the vids on face book What a guy just as they say on the tin Please give us a reply you mad man All the best 🚀🚀🚀

Terrible kebab, I wouldn’t give it to my dog, had hair and pieces of toe nails in it.. the place was very dirty and sticky , grease dripping from the ceiling

Amazing i walked into best kebab and it was everyone playing soggy biscuit i instantly got invited and started playing but unfortunately i lost and had to eat it😔 but i got a free kebab and chips and smegma

ali mate don’t listen to the haters your kebab was great and you are lovely wish you and your business all the best <3

Traveled all the way from Lebanon to try this place out and was completely disappointed! If my plane had crashed and I had been stranded on an island, I would've found it better food than the kebab they offer. 2/5.

The worst Kebab i have ever eat, place looks like hospital no hygiene at all , meat was stored cold and he just warmed on microwaves,how is this place still allowed to be open

Food was labelled a different price than it was outside, staff seemed rather reluctant to serve or help in any way and it didn't look too clean on the day. Food also tasted quite stale and bland too.

The pizza was great thin crispy base and delicious toppings.

Genuine rubbish. £13 pounds for the world’s most mediocre chips and doner meat, thought he was joking when he said the price. Avoid at all costs

I got a donner kebab it came with garlic mayo and smegma when I ate it I started hallucinating I think he put a bit of smack in ma donner meat I started to see unicorns and leprechauns over all experience great to be honest never had that much fun in a kebab shop before 10/10

Awright troops, picture the scene - me, starving like I’d no’ seen a scran since the 90s, walking into this wee dodgy shop wi' a name that promised the world. Best Kebab? Best disaster, mair like. The gaffer, a lad wi' eyes like he’s just seen his leccy bill, greeted me. Somethin’ about his smile screamed, “Run, pal!” but hunger makes ye bold, eh? I went for the classic kebab, thinkin’, “How bad can it be?” Oh, sweet summer child, I had no idea. Whit landed in front of me was a kebab so dry it could’ve sparked a wildfire. The meat? Tougher than yer Granda’s war stories. And the Naan? Honest tae God, I could’ve sanded ma skirting boards wi’ it. No one likes a moaner, but I thought I’d gi’e it a bash and ask the man whit the script was. Next thing I ken, his eyes lit up like the Christmas lights in George Square, and he lets oot this screech. And before I could process whit was happenin’ BOOM.. He turned intae a seagull. A SEAGULL. Right there in front of me. The big feathery bawbag took a lap round the shop, like he was enjoyin’ the chaos he’d just unleashed. Then, just as I thought it couldnae get worse, the man-turned-gull divebombs me and plants a dirty great jobby right oan ma kebab. I stood there, kebab in one hand, pride in tatters, while this winged wee ned laughed his beak aff and flapped oot the door. So aye, folks, if yer ever tempted by “Best Kebab,” dae yersel’ a favour. Unless ye fancy playin’ dodgems wi’ a possessed seagull. Absolute madness.

£6.50 for the smallest portion of chips and cheese i have ever had, what a disgrace of a place, do not give this guy your money, don't make the same mistake as I did.

Found a wee pet rat don't know if anyone lost there's ? But i have him he was in my donna kebab grabbed in the donna meat must've been abit cold🤣😂Feeling for the wee guy Chilly boltic outside🥶☃️

!!Watch yourself!! This is the worst and most expensive kebab I ever had in my life!

Dont let em bad reviews full ya thats just the locals trying to keep this place to emselves but JimJoe knows betta. Best Kebab outside of london hats off to em and a must for every visitor

Worst food Ive ever had binned it and he charged £20 which was way over the advertised price honesty don’t waste your money !! Disgusting!

After making my way round from Glasgow bus station, i felt both parched and starved after my long shift at the oil rig. I thought all hope was lost as i wondered aimlessly along the glasgow streets eventually coming across my shining beacon, my oasis in the Sahara Desert, Best Kebab. As i stumbled towards the wondrous establishment, my beautiful saviour, I met three young handsome Saudi Arabian princes, they gave me wisdom. They told me that best kebab was a safe haven for all, and that anyone was welcome within its beautiful arches. I thanked the young men as they gifted me 1,000,000¥ to purchase myself one of the globes best kebabs. The owner greeted me with a warm, heartfelt hug and a kiss as i entered, instantly making me feel at home. He asked me what i would like to purchase and i told him to surprise me. less than 0.3 nanoseconds later, he handed me a handcrafted gold platter covered in world class dolphin meat. It brought me to tears of joy as i devoured the tray greedily, the owner patted me on the back and handed me a glass of fine red wine and told me i was welcome to stay for as long as i wish. this was 13 years ago, i have lived every day since inside of the best kebab, finding joy in all of life’s moments from inside its wonderous walls.

The service was very good, the guy behind the counter was super friendly and we had a nice chat! The food was decent as well, however the interior could be more welcoming. Overall, a great experience!

Worse kebab house I've ever been in and also the most expensive. £6 for chips and cheese (small portion) Large Doner Kebab wasn't even as satisfying as a sandwich. Soft drinks are wildly over priced. Terrible place

Truly a succulent meal here for our family reunion. The owner has changed the decor, a fantastic family experience unhindered by the three day bout of diarrhoea. Topped off with a bottle of Don Perignon provided free by the owner after scrapping my nan, but wheelchair access after the fact was very progressive. Will return!

The worst food ever £12 for this this xl mixed donner...he doesn't know how to building a good business that's why place is empty. It was my first time there and my last one.

They charged me 11 buck for chicken nuggets am I a joke to you

ate kebab, not best, vomit, everywhere. i can not see straight, i dont know but the voice that started talk to me when i ate kebab told me to kill every one around me but i dont know where kebab voice is i look around and every one is stare at me why best kebab why

Not only was my food uncooked but I also discovered a pubic hair in my chips and cheese, then when I proceeded to report the problem, I was chased with a knife. Down Dundas Street.Absolutely scandalous

A said cin a get. A refund and he starts to chase me with a machete 😂

I give the chasey I got 5 stars.

The name really is true, it is the best kebab. The owner is amazing and a brilliant person. And the kebabs are top notch. Absolutely Class

It's bad really bad, Sainsbury's round the corner safer with a meal deal

The kebab owner was something special not like your average kebab shop owner. He was very kind with a charming smile, not to mention the tantalising food he had on offer I drove 19 hours down from Paris to try this. My good acquaintance recommended as he has tried it before. This shop is named ‘’best kebab’’ for a fine well reason. The chicken and doner kebab mix combo dropped me to my knees and begging at the owners knees for more. The aftermath was well and truly special safe to say I was on the toilet a while. Best experience I have had in a long time the bloody strings of doner that came out my rectum felt so good coming out. But couldn’t of happened without you, Best kebab you are in my heart forever and I will forever remember you.

Truly spectacular. I made the pilgrimage from my Royal Palace in Mongolia on horseback just to try the highly esteemed ‘Best Kabab’, and it truly was the Best Kebab. I remember it fondly, arriving on an electric summer’s day in tropical Glasgow, greeted by kind strangers, whom (at their request) I granted a donation of fifty pence for the bus. The sweet smell of thyme, basil, coriander, and lime, guided me towards the door of Best Kebab, and I hovered through the air, carried by scents one could only find in an ancient Babylonian market. My senses were overwhelmed. The decor, the pomp, the waitresses like Emarites cabin crew, and the wall of Michelin stars like a clear night’s sky. The man who served me clearly recognised my nobility, granting me the title of ‘Bossman’, and so I hastily ordered, drooling over the menu inscribed into Egyptian Papyrus. I chose the ‘Fish and Chips’ and was taken to the Clyde river, where the server caught a beautiful cod, still flapping. The fish was deep fried and served with a side of Le Bonotte potatoes, cut into fine strips, and topped with aceto balsamico. The splendour of the food was so incredible that I immediately emptied my stomach on the floor, as my body deemed me unworthy of such spectacular food. I would love to return again someday. After this journey, I can safely say that the true Best Kebab was the friends I made along the way.

This made me poo uncontrollably in my room gave me explosive diahorea and i might

Amazing food absolutely lovely and the owners really nice

They called me fat and told me to leave