Yesterday afternoon Costas & I went downtown to buy the Sunday papers and to sit in a cafe on the main drag to read and watch the (not so) beautiful people. In a moment of inspiration we walked up to a little hole-in-the-wall Gyro souvlaki place to sit at the window and eat. Simple, cheap, delicious and naughty. We have the Greek style (as opposed to the Cypriot style) with 'everything' on - slivers of basted shaved pork, onions, tomatoes, tzanziki, chips, sprinkling of herbs all stuffed into a split pita bread. It comes wrapped in paper and drips over your chin and down your shirt as you eat. Your fingers are slavered in yoghurt and juices, just perfect for licking off as dessert.
The guys who run it are Greeks from Thessalonika, and the walls are plastered with faded reminders of home.
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