Just picture. 150 people. Full lamb (eyes and all people, EYES AND ALL) roasting on the grill. Enough appetizers to feed an army. Dancing. Drinking. Main meal will remain a meal that goes down in deliciousness history. Candy Bar. Need I go on?
For the Greeks, Easter is a feast. I was lucky enough to have some very close family friends who enjoy the true means of a good party. I knew the second I walked out of my car that this party wouldn't be like any other. Down the road, I could smell the lamb cooking and the intense Bouzouki music playing. For those that are unknown to Bouzouki, let me give you a little taste.
As I walked into the background, to my surprise, the lamb I smelled roasting was quite something.... I was in Greece. The music, the alcohol, the food. Oh I was excited!
|THE LAMB! Photo courtesy of KG.|
Once dinner was over...that's when the real party started, just when I spotted the Grappa come out. How I got myself into this? I still don't know. But there I stood at a table with all men, serving me shots of Grappa. I thought Grappa was meant to be enjoyed and not taken as a shot, but the younger men of the place, probably Buena or Cavalli goers, were downing that Grappa like it was going outta style. That was probably the highlight of my night. Sipping Grappa with a bunch of 50-60 year old men. They took me into their little boys club, made sure I didn't have too much, and we all stood there enjoying the.. soothing.. effect of the Grappa.
|It's GRAPPA time!!|
|Just part of the dessert table...|
Until next year....