Me: “Hey, you wanna
Bunch-A-Lunch?”
Dad: “Sure, what were you thinking?”
Me: “I dunno, lemme look.” Then I pull out my phone and start googling.
Dad: “You never find anything on your phone.”
Me: “I know, but at least I’m making an effort.”
Then we will throw two or three restaurants on the table to narrow it
down. Once we give ourselves a few to
pick from, we usually figure it out fairly fast.
Today though, my dad mentioned that he just had a bowl of
cereal. To be fair, it wasn’t just a
bowl of cereal. In his own words he
described it more as a culinarily religious experience, “It was really
more of a bowl of blackberries, blueberries and strawberries with a little bit of
cheerios sprinkled on top. I love the
$0.99 cent store! I can’t believe people
pay $4 for blueberries at Vons when they have the exact same package for $0.99
at the $0.99 cent store! They couldn’t
be throwing all of those blueberries away at Vons, people MUST be buying them! Do they not know that they can get the same
thing across the street for a buck???”
At some point I threw The Greek at the Harbor into the mix because
I was married there and have been wanting to try it since Gordan Ramsay broke
them down and built them back up again like a bunch of green army recruits. About the same time, my dad mentioned he wasn’t
very hungry. I’m thinking - a match made
in heaven! My dad has issues with ethnic
food, (For the record, American and Mexican don’t count as ethnic food, they
qualify strictly as food.) so with him not pining for a great plate of
food and me wanting to check out an
ethnic food restaurant was something I couldn’t pass up.
The new interior décor was fab – way better than the dated
and stuffy banquet interior when I was married there. But it’s all good because I had a belly
dancer and a dude that danced with a full glass of wine upside-down on his head
at my wedding. I’m pretty sure you can’t
say that about your wedding. The patio area was
a little confused with forest green chairs and teal trim, and there was a strange dusting of pepper on the bread basket, but once I worked up the courage, I tried the bread and regained hope due to its yumminess.
Having never been to Greece, I don’t know if I am a
qualified judge of a good Gyro, but I have been to Daphne’s in Ventura several
times. It came with a piping hot pile of
thick cut French fries. They lacked
salt, but I was so impressed with the fact that they were burning my tongue
with every bite that I kept shoveling them in.
When I picked up my Gyro to take a bite, I wasn’t expecting much. This might be related to the fact that my
dad took a tiny bite of my meat and started obnoxiously mushing it up in his
mouth like baby food, showing me every painful mush. When I finally sank my teeth in, I was
pleasantly surprised. The meat was moist
and the Kalamata olives gave a fabulous bright note that really complimented the
soft warm pita.
For most of the time that I spent inhaling my sandwich, my
dad stared at me in bewilderment at the sheer thought I might possibly enjoy
such an ethnically diverse meal. But regardless of his non-adventerous palatte, I think that after re-visiting the Greek, it's definitely time to
spend an anniversary dinner there.
