I went to a Greek festival for a late lunch, that was fun.
I say Grik because one time, long ago and far away, a hotdog
cart guy outside of Wanamaker's in NYC struck up a
conversation with me by saying, I spik Grik. Cute. Took
me a startled few seconds to think what the heck he said.
Heh, he's probably a big diner owner today.
Anyway, I went to the Greek festival for food. Got some
moussaka and slouvakia, then went back for the real
goal for the day. The Cookies. I call them something
clever like Anna Kornikovika cookies. Duh. They are
actually Koulourakia. Also, got some baklava, it is the
law. Must get baklava.
And honey balls. Loukoumades, ate them there, they
were very good. Yummy.
I thing we'll go back tomorrow, this time I'm going to
get the spinach pie platter or an order of spanikopites,
lemon chicken? or how about some pastitisio ... then
maybe the Kataife or the galaktoboureko ...
Hey, if I can't pronounce it, is it still good?
nancy