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Friday evening we had the pleasure of attending the Greek Festival in Richmond with some friends of ours. I saw it in the newspaper that morning, and after spying a picture of a gryo with a side of fries, it was no longer a question of IF we'd go, but WHEN. The place was jam-packed with fellow Richmonders looking for some authentic Greek fare and Greek fun. There was loud music and excellent dancers, but we knew what we were there for... the gyros. After searching tirelessly for a place to sit and enjoy our meal, we finally sat down to sizzling slices of lamb, tzatziki sauce, lettuce, onions, and tomatoes wrapped in warm flatbread. Makes my mouth water just writing this.
I'm also proud to write that after 17 years of pure dislike, I have had a change of heart about baklava. ?I had only had it once before in 4th grade during Greek Week (the same week I memorized the Greek alphabet... alpha, beta, gamma, delta, epsilon, zeta, eta...) and I hated the dried-up pastry. But this little round of honey-drenched goodness made me a believer in the Greeks' sense of dessert.
Alright, enough about the food. If you're ever in Richmond, though, the last weekend in May- you should definitely swing by the Seventh Street Christian Church on Grove Avenue. You won't regret it.