"Give my regards to Zorba!" Those were the last words I heard at 7th and Montana before leaving for Greece on Sunday. Little did I realize just how close I would come to actually meeting Zorba the Greek three days later. The fun began last night, when my colleagues invited me to dinner at a quaint seafood restaurant in the Mikrolimano area of Athens, on the Aegean Coast. Much to my surprise, the name of the restaurant was "Zorbas." "Are you Zorba?," I asked the waiter as he wheeled a tray of fish in my direction. He ignored me. "Are you Zorba," I asked a Lowly Busboy as he cleared away my plate. He grimaced. Finally, just when I thought all was lost, a Gentleman in a Suit appeared at our table to pay his respects. I "recognized" him at once. "Zorba, I presume?," I said slyly. "Actually, my name is Zorbas," he replied, " Gregory Zorbas." "Close enough," I said, "Regards to you from the Starbucks at 7th and Montana ...!"
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4 comments:
LOL Glad you found someone to give regards to!
be well,
Dawn
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Oh my! Gorgeous location. Hope they managed to de-head the fish there!
Traci
Travel to beautiful seaside locations and annoy the natives...all for your friends at 7th and Montana. You ARE a good friend and blogster, Marty!
Regards,
Cin
Zorba, sounds dodgy.Beckie x
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