Reminding him of me
I’d been trying for months to see my family but my sister has been doing a lotta construction on the place so I haven’t seen them since Thanksgiving, despite their living in the same city.
But we recently got a chance to head over to wish my mom a Happy Mother’s Day.
Evidently, my mom’s bestie stopped by and dropped off some Greek pastries; the Firecracker never had any so I gave her one of my faves.
The below is a diple from my mom’s BFF – her daughter, Mary, told me the name, which I never knew.
Her: This is so good!
Me: Yup, I grew up eating that stuff.
The very first place that I ate at in Queens when we first moved there and I was like eight or nine in the early 80s (!!) was a Greek joint called Fontana’s where I had my very first gyro.
I’ve had gyro/shwarmas all over the world but, to me, Fontana’s is what a gyro should taste like.
And the fact that Greeks like the Surgeon and Steel both agree says a lot – they were both competitive swimmers and they would also hit up Fontana’s whenever they were close.
Figured it was time for the kid and the Firecracker to give it a whirl, so we picked some up on my mom’s dime.
Ordered a pizza and gyros from the very same guy that’s been serving us since at least 1992.
My dad and I used to LOVE going there.
Remember once I had work out in Queens and he picked me up and told me to open the glove compartment with a mischievous grin; inside were two Fontana’s gyros.
I never eat there without thinking of my dad.
Wonder what will remind my kid of me?
Me: What do you think?
Son: It’s soooo good! Is it a taco?
Me: (laughing) It’s a gyro. But I get why you might think that.
Location: the gym with my kid, hearing someone say they shouldn’t pick their noses
Mood: achy
Music: No one has to know where we go, we go now (Spotify)
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