It’s Greek To Me

There’s a local Greek restaurant called Santorini that we had never tried before. It’s well-rated, so we decided to check it out the other night with Tynan and Elena.

I told San Geraldo and Tynan that it was a 5-minute walk from our apartment. It was 8 minutes. And those whiners had the nerve to complain.

So sue me.

Anyway, they didn’t complain once we were there. Friendly and excellent service. Delicious and authentic dishes. And very affordable prices. The menu includes Spanish dishes, as well. But we stuck with what we were there for and went totally Greek. (Oh, stop it.)


(Click the images and enlarge the delicious.)

DOLMADES — STUFFED GRAPE LEAVES.
TZATZIKI.
(YOGURT, LEMON JUICE, OLIVE OIL, PEPPER DILL, CUCUMBER.)
KEBAB WITH TZATZIKI AND RICE (AND SALAD).

A nearby foursome (I swear it wasn’t us) followed their meal with a flaming drink called Queimada. The drink originates in Galicia (northwestern Spain). (Learn about it here.)

Elena explained the drink to us. She’s from Northern Spain, although quite a long distance from Galicia. But she’s very smart. And she has quite a bit of experience with alcoholic beverages.

COME ON BABY,  LIGHT MY FIRE.
(NO FLOWERS WERE HARMED IN THE MAKING OF THIS DRINK.)

Author: Moving with Mitchell

From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla, Spain. And Fuengirola, Málaga..

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