May 26, 2006
Gyros, Greeks, and Generosity
Last night, Dawson and I went to the Gyro & Kabob House restaurant in town to pick up dinner for us and Doug. The smell of the gyros and chicken tandoori kabobs was lingering into the street, causing my mouth to water immediately and my nose was in love.
The man who opened this restaurant is a Greek gentleman and I admit I find him adorlingly handsome. He has the most interesting accent and dialect. I couldn’t help but smile when he took our order.
I gazed at the menu for a bit and I knew 2 Gyros was a necessary request. I once worked at a restaurant/bar called Joe Mama’s on the square. Joe served gyros and I remember making the delicious pita creations. Unfortunately, Joe closed his shop a few days ago. I wonder if it had to do with the competition from G&K or perhaps Willy’s Chicago Eatery that was in the building before it? Willy moved into another part of the city, but his business is still growing strong.
I almost felt guilty ordering a gyro from a man not Joe, but when I saw that G&K had kabobs, I immediately fell in love. I placed my order for the gyros and kabobs and gave the Greek proprietor my credit card. He tried to scan the card but his machine was acting funny. He told me it may be the phone lines. I didn’t have any cash or my checkbook and I felt horrible to have to cancel the order. He said to me, “No, you take food. Don’t worry! I write total on ticket, you come back and pay. You order Gyro, yes?” I nodded. “Ah, you’ll be back! Don’t worry. Phone lines must not be working.”
I was so in love with this little Greek man at that moment. To have such faith, to allow me to take the food and come back and pay. I’ve never witnessed such generosity before.
Dawson and I set down on a little bench to wait for our order. I looked around this little eatery and the decor was brilliant. It had a combination of Greek and Middle Eastern flair. There were several tables with pictures of Greece lamenated on the table tops, and a section of “booth” type tables that were lower to the floor with pillows and cushions for the seating, beneath a canopy of the most sheer and elegant fabric. It was just beautiful. In the center of the room along the wall was a fountain. The sound of the water was very calming.
It was just a wonderful atmosphere. Our order was ready and I thanked the man for his generosity and I just know I’ll be back.
Today, actually. I’m going to order the Falafel. I’m dying to try it!
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May 26th, 2006 at 12:19 pm, Queen of Spain Says:
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
May 27th, 2006 at 12:46 am, kate5kiwis Says:
far out,
there is LOVE’N'TRUST IN THIS WORLD!!!!
that is so unbelieveably COOL :o)
and now.. i’m starving!!!!!!!
May 27th, 2006 at 1:25 am, John Says:
My fraternity nickname was “Gyro.”
I’m serious.