For the Greeks...

What the *FUCK* does any of this have to do with the original subject?
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Sorry Zorba, but that ranks (pun intended) right up there with Zydeco music out of New Orleans, not everybody's cup of tea. lol
Don't take it personally buddy.
Not at all. When I first heard Greek music, I thought it all sounded like a pair or three cats duking it out in a running clothes dryer! Then it gets into your soul...

Much can be said about some of the Greek food. Dolmathes in particular - I thought that was the worst tasting crap I ever put in my mouth (and so did my late father in law the time I tricked him into it). But now? I'll eat Dolmathes (Stuffed grape leaves) like water - absolutely LOVE them!
 
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I'll tell ya another thing that's hard to like because its hard to find that's any good: Moussaka ("Moose Caca"). There is a family owned Greek place just down the street from where I live that has the BEST Moussaka I've ever eaten, bar none. Much of it I've eaten over the years is Moose Caca indeed, including quite a bit I've had in Greece proper. Even my wife - who is an accomplished Greek cook, can't really make decent Moussaka, although the Greeks rave about just about everything else she makes - and she's had to show more than one Greek how to make her famous Tzatziki sauce.
 
We had been Island hopping for about a month, and came into the port of Piraeus on a ferry where we had a pre-arranged taxi ride to our hotel in Plaka. So we find our taxi driver, and pile into his taxi - myself in front, wife directly behind me. We pull up at the traffic signal to leave the port, and another taxi pulls up next to us - on my side. Windows go down and the driver of this car just happens to be a polu oraia nea gyneka (Beautiful youg woman). Our driver and this gal jabber until the light changes, we go left, she goes straight. He gets on the radio and the conversation continues. They're laughing and having a good time, I'm trying to pick information out of this rapid fire Greek which was WAAAAY too fast for me. The only thing I could pick up were times, Stis endeka, stis endeka kai misi, stis dodeka (11, 11:30, 12). To this day, I don't know what they were talking about other than maybe they were setting up a hot date...

My wife later told me "I knew you were going to do something like this....". A pause in their conversation, so I turned to the driver and asked him "3eris aufh polu kalh;" (Do you know her very well?). Wife said the blood in the guy's face just drained to white! He responds "Poia;" (Who?) - so I said "Auth thn gyneka sto taxi!" (The lady in the taxi). "Polu kalh!;!" he answers/asks (very well?!?). "Nai, nai, polu Kalh!" - Yes, yes, very well! I answer. "Nai, polu kalh!" he responds. He gets back on the radio, more unintelligible rapid fire Greek ensues, I didn't understand any of it except for his very last two words, "Milae Ellhninika" (Speaks Greek)!.

We were almost to the Hotel by then, and this guy could NOT get rid of us fast enough. Didn't even stick around for a tip - which is unheard of with a Greek taxi driver! He dumped us and our luggages on the curb and was OUT OF THERE!

A. MAJOR. EMBARRASSMENT. He thought my Greek was better than it was...
 
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We had been Island hopping for about a month, and came into the port of Piraeus on a ferry where we had a pre-arranged taxi ride to our hotel in Plaka. So we find our taxi driver, and pile into his taxi - myself in front, wife directly behind me. We pull up at the traffic signal to leave the port, and another taxi pulls up next to us - on my side. Windows go down and the driver of this car just happens to be a polu oraia nea gyneka (Beautiful youg woman). Our driver and this gal jabber until the light changes, we go left, she goes straight. He gets on the radio and the conversation continues. They're laughing and having a good time, I'm trying to pick information out of this rapid fire Greek which was WAAAAY too fast for me. The only thing I could pick up were times, Stis endeka, stis endeka kai misi, stis dodeka (11, 11:30, 12). To this day, I don't know what they were talking about other than maybe they were setting up a hot date...

My wife later told me "I knew you were going to do something like this....". A pause in their conversation, so I turned to the driver and asked him "3eris aufh polu kalh;" (Do you know her very well?). Wife said the blood in the guy's face just drained to white! He responds "Poia;" (Who?) - so I said "Auth thn gyneka sto taxi!" (The lady in the taxi). "Polu kalh!;!" he answers/asks (very well?!?). "Nai, nai, polu Kalh!" - Yes, yes, very well! I answer. "Nai, polu kalh!" he responds. He gets back on the radio, more unintelligible rapid fire Greek ensues, I didn't understand any of it except for his very last two words, "Milae Ellhninika" (Speaks Greek)!.

We were almost to the Hotel by then, and this guy could NOT get rid of us fast enough. Didn't even stick around for a tip - which is unheard of with a Greek taxi driver! He dumped us and our luggages on the curb and was OUT OF THERE!

A. MAJOR. EMBARRASSMENT. He thought my Greek was better than it was...

Too many Greek cliches with the most apparent one probably being the sleazy way the cab driver hitting on her… 😂
 
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Not at all. When I first heard Greek music, I thought it all sounded like a pair or three cats duking it out in a running clothes dryer! Then it gets into your soul...

Much can be said about some of the Greek food. Dolmathes in particular - I thought that was the worst tasting crap I ever put in my mouth (and so did my late father in law the time I tricked him into it). But now? I'll eat Dolmathes (Stuffed grape leaves) like water - absolutely LOVE them!
Even someone with Covid and taste challenged would love Creek food!
Best food in the world!