Monday, September 12, 2005
It's All Greek To Me...
Sometimes I eat lunch at the Greek place in the food court (Opa!). Why it's named after a German grandfather, I'll never know. They have some items I enjoy, such as: soft, warm, parmesaned pita bread; fried rice (you know, that food court rice that all the chinese places serve); chicken on a stick. All good stuff. But they also have some large hunk of meat rotating on a heated vertical skewer behind the people serving. It bubbles and drips juices as it slowly spins in a hypnotic dance of delectable flavour. Or so I imagine.
You see, my dilemma is that I don't know how to order it. I have seen others receive a knifed-off portion slipped into a pita and doused with tsziki sauce. But I don't see "hunk of mystery meat" on the lighted up menu above the cash register. I feel kind of dumb just pointing over there and asking for a slice of that juicy heaven, especially when I don't know what it is (although I'm fairly certain it's lamb).
So, what's the secret password? Do I have to know a special Greek handshake to get what my tummy so desires? I've tried to listen in to what other people order, and I thought I had it one time, but it's not a pork falaffel. It isn't a lamb gyro, either (I've been trying to order through trial and error, but not having much success). Until I break the code, my pita and rice side dishes will have to suffice. And Burger King.
Maybe I need to smell like a sheep herder and call myself Papanikolous....
You see, my dilemma is that I don't know how to order it. I have seen others receive a knifed-off portion slipped into a pita and doused with tsziki sauce. But I don't see "hunk of mystery meat" on the lighted up menu above the cash register. I feel kind of dumb just pointing over there and asking for a slice of that juicy heaven, especially when I don't know what it is (although I'm fairly certain it's lamb).
So, what's the secret password? Do I have to know a special Greek handshake to get what my tummy so desires? I've tried to listen in to what other people order, and I thought I had it one time, but it's not a pork falaffel. It isn't a lamb gyro, either (I've been trying to order through trial and error, but not having much success). Until I break the code, my pita and rice side dishes will have to suffice. And Burger King.
Maybe I need to smell like a sheep herder and call myself Papanikolous....
# posted by Dairn @ 9:22 AM 
