Things Overheard in A Greek Deli in Greektown on GreekDay

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So, Sheila and I were in Greektown last night, looking for a quick bite to eat. We stopped at one of the delis – don’t know which one. All I know is that it was the best choice, because in the 30 minutes we were there, there were 2 Uniformed Cops, 2 Detectives, and two “Chicago Undercover” cops (complete with Sox/Cubs regalia and Bulls baseball hat). If cops eat there, then you know you’ve got the right place!

So, like most foreign-run places that I go to eat at, things work a little backward – you order by the grill, and pay AFTER you get your food. I was down with that. Sheila was down with that. Hercules behind the grill was cool with that. You wanna know who wasn’t cool with that? Mister-I’ve-got-a-goatee. Yup. Sleeveless shirt, leather vest, 4’5″, I’ve got something to prove guy. Sheila started ordering (at the grill) and this guy was lined up in front of the register. He sticks his head in, and said, “I was before you” – and before Sheila or I had a chance to respond, he was three gyros, one fig leaf and an order of feta into his order. Cool cool cool. Well, then he gets to pay. He rattles off his order, and neglects that he wants 2 medium Cokes until AFTER he pays. He starts yelling and screaming about how no one pays attention to him. How ridiculous this is. And then he asks… Ready for it?

What? Am I speaking Greek here?

Yup. He did. I laughed, Sheila chuckled and Apollo behind the register just smiled, and handed him 2 medium Cokes.

(The photo is iPhone and me in Greece – imagined.)

iphone_n_me.jpg

So, Sheila and I were in Greektown last night, looking for a quick bite to eat. We stopped at one of the delis – don’t know which one. All I know is that it was the best choice, because in the 30 minutes we were there, there were 2 Uniformed Cops, 2 Detectives, and two “Chicago Undercover” cops (complete with Sox/Cubs regalia and Bulls baseball hat). If cops eat there, then you know you’ve got the right place!

So, like most foreign-run places that I go to eat at, things work a little backward – you order by the grill, and pay AFTER you get your food. I was down with that. Sheila was down with that. Hercules behind the grill was cool with that. You wanna know who wasn’t cool with that? Mister-I’ve-got-a-goatee. Yup. Sleeveless shirt, leather vest, 4’5″, I’ve got something to prove guy. Sheila started ordering (at the grill) and this guy was lined up in front of the register. He sticks his head in, and said, “I was before you” – and before Sheila or I had a chance to respond, he was three gyros, one fig leaf and an order of feta into his order. Cool cool cool. Well, then he gets to pay. He rattles off his order, and neglects that he wants 2 medium Cokes until AFTER he pays. He starts yelling and screaming about how no one pays attention to him. How ridiculous this is. And then he asks… Ready for it?

What? Am I speaking Greek here?

Yup. He did. I laughed, Sheila chuckled and Apollo behind the register just smiled, and handed him 2 medium Cokes.

(The photo is iPhone and me in Greece – imagined.)

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