Day 1171: Greek diner

We found a little Greek diner called Olympia, of course, at the corner of Military and Sheridan in Buffalo.   It reminded me of late night dinners with the boys in November.  Whenever we go to a show in NY, we finish off the evening in one the many 24 hour diners in the theater district.  Everyone orders something different, waffles, burgers, banana milkshakes, gyros.  Today, I tried a Greek pizza and salad.  The salad was standard, but the pizza was YUM.  Feta, mozzarella, peppers, onions.  Steve chose the open face chicken souvlaki sandwich, which is what I usually select.

The other day when one of our student leaders, Molly, interviewed me for a project, she asked about my travel.  How many countries I've visited, my favorite places and why, and my favorite foreign food.  Without hesitation, I answered Greek!  Years ago, when we were in Athens, we had free time for lunch.  We chose a little cafe that drew us in with a tantalizing aroma.  A huge stack of sizzling meat was roasting on a spit.  The vendor sliced thin slivers and stacked them in a pita, topped it with salad and handed the gyros to us.  We sat on the curb and savored every bite, then went back for more.  All around us, locals and tourists strolled by, enjoying a sunny afternoon.

On a three mile walk through town and the college, we discovered the first crocus peaking through a thin layer of snow, a few eager daffodils, and two tiny pansies!  It was 50, but will drop back into the thirties for the rest of the week.  Never mind,  spring is almost here!

Baklava

The first early pansy

Grass revealed!  Swamp ensues!