Thursday, April 24, 2008


"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 ...!"


princesssaurora said...

LOL  Glad you found someone to give regards to!

be well,

deshelestraci said...

Oh my!  Gorgeous location.  Hope they managed to de-head the fish there!

tenyearnap said...

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!

beckiepainton said...

Zorba, sounds dodgy.Beckie x