12 August 2010
7 greek to me
the other evening, after 34 emails in a single work day, k.clen, wendywhy, and i hoofed it down to dinner in greek town.
chicago's greek town is apparently somewhat different from other greek towns because chicago's greek town- unlike, for instance, actual towns in greece- is known for its saganaki. ie. bringing large portions of cheese to the table and lighting them on fire.
a tidbit that would have been useful to know prior to sitting down.
but we did not know. and so the first time this happened, it seemed a thrilling oddity. around about the tenth time, it felt more like a death wish.
we watched as a waiter precariously balanced a trio of cheese plates on his forearm and blithely torched them. though the eyebrows of the woman on whose table this incinerated cheese would ultimately wind up were clearly compromised, she clapped her hands in glee.
wearing a dress more appropriate for walking long distances in hot weather than for dining alflamma, i felt the fires of everyone's appetizers licking at my back.
the trip to the bathroom was much like picking one's way through the fire swamp, with little dairy fires popping up at random all around. their outburst heralded by nothing, but followed by an opa! so loud i swear it made the water glasses jump.
we left greek town, our nerves a bit on edge. and with a new understanding of what it means to be braised.