2011 Yiasou Greek Festival
|September 11, 2011||Posted by Ashley Marie under Events, Food, International Food|
Gyros with lamb and beef and garlic sauce. Spanakopita with spinach and feta cheese. Garlic fries with creamy aioli. Sticky and sweet Baklava. Souvlaki too messy to eat, but somehow you gloriously accomplish the feat anyway.
Did I mention that I love Greek food?
Despite a broken toe (oh no, you won’t keep me down!), I made it, for the first time, to this year’s Yiasou Greek Festival. I’m not sure if I’ve been living in a cave or whatnot, but for some crazy reason I have never heard of this. And everyone else has. Literally.
So a friend, more familiar with this so-called “festival” than I, teaches me the ropes. In an hour and a half, I eat a meal, complete with dessert, drink beer, participate in a wine tasting, peruse through an innumerable amount of jewelry, tour a church, watch a Grecian performance. Best hour and a half ever.
The souvlaki was nothing like I’ve had before. Warm pita, char-grilled chicken pieces, rich sour cream, garlicky lemon sauce, fresh tomatoes and robust white onions. The Spanakopita were the largest that must exist, or maybe I just don’t know anything about anything. I had two, one with spinach and one with feta. And they made me happy. I chased my fried delicacies down with a Mythos Greek Beer, which I think I’ve actually had before on a trip to Greece. It put me in a great place. The Greek Fries were thick-cut potatoes sprinkled with fresh herbs and served with a simple yet pleasant aioli. I was just about ready for seconds, when I remembered my dear friend’s early words of wisdom: Make sure you leave room for dessert…
So, we moseyed on over to the pastry tent. Yep, it was an entire tent. Not a good idea. Thankfully, I was with a friend who I hadn’t seen in a while and I played it cool in fear of the embarrassment of her realizing my true inner emotional overeater self. No, really, I’m an overeater. Like, overeater’s anonymous style. And when I say emotional, I mean that food makes me truly happy. End of story.
And per her instructions, we only tried two things, the Baklava and some ball of something mixed with orange flavoring and Brandy and fried. They were both sticky and delightful. The Orange Brandy Ball reminded me of molasses spice cookies, with the same texture and that same spicy bite. By time we reached the Loukoumades (little fried donuts) table, I was full. Thankfully. Unfortunately, we’ll all have to wait until next year to get a little piece of Yiasou’s Fest. Don’t worry, it’s all worth it.
P.S. I could eat Greek food everyday. I think I’ll start tomorrow.