It's like the last supper, though usually closer to breakfast-time than supper-time.
There's always just enough time for one last souvlaki and an alpha before the Flying Dolphin arrives to take away our visitors our out-of-towners/guests/members of our extended family.
We said goodbye to my brother and sis in law a month ago and next it was time to farewell our neices and nephew.
Their last request was for souvlaki. Souvlaki made from pork, not lamb! These are not turkish kebabs we emphasised for our new nephew with Serbian roots. Authentic Greek souvlaki is pork.
I learned a lot about the Balkans thanks to Wolf and especially about Serbia. Serbia like Greece is Orthodox, Serbian Orthodox in this case of course, and Serbia like Greece suffered under hundreds of years of Ottoman oppression.
So we eat pork souvlaki or maybe chicken souvlaki but never lamb kebabs.
Greek Uncle, kiwi neice, souvlaki in hand
If you don't want a big stuffed pita bread you can have your souvlaki on a plate. Pita bread cut into quarters, a pile of chips, tzatziki, raw onions, tomatoes and lashings of sliced pork gyro.
You just get stuck in and don't worry about dribbling tzatziki or greasy gyro
The spag bol's not too bad either
Greek salad anyone? Well, they ordered it but there wasn't too much room left after beer and stuffed pita bread!
Greek Alpha beer, the breakfast beer
Real men drink Heineken
Our first visitors of the year tucking into souvlaki and alpha before their Flying Dolphin appointment. They managed quite well even though they were probably still digesting the Easter lamb they had tucked into not long ago
When my brother Paul left the island we had to take him overland because of bad weather and were going to stop at the 'best little souvlaki shop' on the Peloponese, a tiny little 'hole in the wall' just before the Corinth Canal. It's about half way between Poros and the airport, perfect stop for a last meal but it was closed damn it.
This little shop, hidden behind a mass of greenery on the side of the main road just before the motorway, or just as you come off it, going the other way, does a roaring trade. Truckies, taxi drivers, local families, a priest or two, even a few tourist RVs, we've seen them all stop for a quick fill up. The shop has 5 or 6 tables outside or you take a bag of pita and gyro with you 'to go'.
We stop there now and again, on our way back from appointments in the city of Corinth. It's the best souvlaki I've ever tasted and it's cheap. A couple of huge, filling pita stuffed with Pork gyro and tzatziki, onions, tomatoes and chips and 2 beers cost less than 10 euros!
So we said goodbye again, but this is not the last you'll be hearing of them. More posts to come