Wow!  Wow!  Wow!  The Greek Festival was just that, and I am so full! 

I have to say, they had the best calamari I’ve ever tried. Rings large enough in circumference to cover my big toe and just the right amount of crunch. Not tough or rubbery and lemon juice is ALL you need. They also have chicken wings to die for and real pork grilled on a real grill for totally authentic souvlaki. I didn’t have a gyro because I eat those all the time (come to find out, they are not greek but from Chicago), but I’d never tried a baklava sundae, and let me tell you, it works!

The music didn’t stop on the main stage, but it wasn’t mind and/or ear blowing, either.  Actually, I really like Greek music. It has a great beat, and you can dance to it.  The people were friendly with lovely little costumed performers of all ages and ancient Greek women who hug you and tell you “you’re too thin!”  LOTS of good looking guys, too. The lines were never too long at the “Taverna” booths.  My new friend Basil taught me how to take a shot of Ouzo in the proper fashion. My heart and tummy were warmed.

This Greek Festival is the type of affair where an entire community comes together to make it possible.  The folks volunteer a tremendous amount of time to support their church, and were talkin’ months; its members; and the community in which they reside.  Even more amazing, they have been doing it for 49 years! I was really quite humbled.

The festival is going all weekend long, Saturday from 11:00 to 10:00 and Sunday 11:00 to 8:00 p.m.   Click on their logo on our home page for all details.  We may just stop by on Sunday for seconds, sans camera, and take to the dance floor.  I was promised private instruction by Art the Armenian (his wife is Greek so he counts.)  Have a great weekend!