There’s a Greek bistro not too far from where I live called Apollonia. It rates as one of the casual places I’ve enjoyed locally whose food has had me thinking about it long after I’ve eaten there. Maybe it’s because I don’t eat Greek food very often, and so my weary taste buds long for something unique. Or, it could be that the food is just plain delicious.
Valentine’s week (and I have to call it that since my husband treated me to days of lovely surprises) one of my gifts was dinner at Apollonia. Ohhh, the hummos and the dolmathakia. The spanakopita and tyropita. The souvlaki.
Clearly, there was a Greek dinner in the works for us at home after this, and I decided that since the Academy Awards was rapidly approaching, I’d spend the day in the kitchen cooking and watching what my husband calls my “pre-game show” of all things Oscars: gowns and botox lips, padded rumps and tatooed eyeliner. You’ve got to love Hollywood at least once a year.
No sooner had I begun the prepping than my oldest son called to ask what we were doing.
“Watching the Oscars and eating Greek food. Why?” I asked.
“Because I’m coming over,” he told me and with a quick “See Yah,” he hung up leaving me with my list of what to chop when and Mama Mia running through my mind. Not the movie — the song. Well, actually, both.
The connection? My son is a huge ABBA fan and my husband and I are pretty sappy over the movie, too. I know. You can think what you will, but since I was actually around when ABBA’s songs routinely blasted from my car radio, I can be sappy about them if I want. Besides, who can resist the amazing cerulean water in the film and seriously hunky Pierce Brosnan belting out, “So when you’re near me, darling can’t you hear me…SOS…The love you gave me nothing else can save me SOS!” to an I want to look like that when I’m 60 Meryl Streep.
I see a Greek island vacation in my future.
I’ve been singing ABBA tunes all day every day for weeks. In the car, at the grocery store…
Mama Mia. Here we go again…
I just need a sailboat.