I've eaten a lot of beautiful dishes here. I will recreate them as I see fit as soon as I have the materials and the work space. However, one thing that I would NEVER ever EVER touch is the Greek salad. There is only ONE way to make a perfect Greek Salad and that is the Greek way. We Americans fuck with that shit and i've been deprived of the perfection that is true greek salad my whole life. Im about to reveal the secrets of the universe here, so pay attention.
Ingredients:
1. green peppers (FRESH)
2. Huge Red Tomatoes (MUST BE FRESH)
3. Onion (FRESH)
4. cucombers (fresh)
5. Kalamata olives
6. Block of fresh feta
7. olive oil
(to be served with a piece of bread on the side for mopping up oil and tomato juices)
IT IS PERFECT. PERFECT. PERFECT. dont add lettuce. dont add vinegar for gods sake. dont do SHIT except toss what ive listed.
ok well this one has pepper- but thats not ENTIRELY against the rules.
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GOOD BYE GREECE. GOOD BYE CRAZY ATHENS WITH YOUR COMMUNISTS AND REBEL STUDENTS. GOOD BYE GYTHIO, PARIS, HELEN. GOOD BYE HYDRA, DONKEYS. GOOD BYE ITHACA, NYMPHS, ODYSSEUS. GOODBYE SANDY PYLOS. GOOD BYE ISLANDS, SEA THE COLOR OF JADE OR SEA WORLD OR BLACKblue. GOODBYE TALL YORGOS. GOOD BYE ACROPOLIS. GOODBYE PLATO AND SOCRATES.GOOD BYE FAT SUNSETS AND YOUR SILHOUETTED YACHTS. GOOD BYE POSIEDON TEMPLE AT SUNEAN. GOOD BYE SCHOOL OF HOMER (IM SORRY I TOOK A ROCK FROM YOU...BUT NOT REALLY.) GOODBYE OCTOPUS. GOODBYE STUFFED TOMATOES. GOODBYE ONION PIE. GOODBYE FLAMING SAUSAGES WHICH I NEVER TRIED. GOODBYE LEATHER LACE UP SANDALS. GOODBYE BAD ASS CHICKS WITH LONG DYED HAIR WHO LIVE IN EXARCHION. GOODBYE CUTE BARTENDERS. GOODBYE BIG GREEK MOON. GOODBYE PICTURESQUE ALLEYWAYS PAVED IN WHITE. GOODBYE BUGAMBILIA AND GIANT YELLOW ROSES. GOODBYE WINE CHEAPER THAN WATER.
Song (by Elizabeth Bishop)
Summer is over upon the sea.
The pleasure yacht, the social being,
that danced on the endless polished floor,
stepped and side stepped like Fred Astaire,
is gone, is gone, docked somewhere ashore.
The friends have left, the sea is bare
that was strewn with floating, fresh green weeds.
Only rusty-sided freighters
go past the moon's marketless craters
and the stars are the only ships of pleasure
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