I strongly suspect that I might have a recessive gene from Iapetus The Piercer imbued on my DNA, because I have this "thing" for Greek food. I often go searching for Greek food and I try to tour a variety of the Greek restaurants in the area (and abroad) to properly and correctly build my personalis cibus culturae. So, suffering a sudden withdraw, I went again to Vaso's Kitchen in Alexandria, Virginia, for an emergency Greek fix.
I ordered my all-time favorite: Veal Valdostana. I also ordered fried calamari, and being an aggressive oenophile; I ordered a glass of white Greek wine to entertain my jaws while I waited anxiously for the "divinam carnes vitulinae" to be cooked for me. My server was a beautiful Russian lady who brought to my mind a puff of remembrance of Catherine II The Great. I was eating alone and in silence, and I couldn't help but notice that something was different this time in the place... it was a blow in the ambient... the patrons seemed to be inoculated with some sort of strange ecstasy... the air was filled with smiles of complicity... Bacchus was on vacation so it wasn't the food... something was brewing... it was a babeldom...
The veal Valdostana arrived moments later and I devoured it with the daintiness of the Waterford Crystal; but with the hunger of an enraged lion. Needles to say that the wine, the calamari and the Valdostana were of bombastic scent and of magniloquent taste. While eating, I worked incognito the Grape Vines with other customers, and I found out the excitement was due to that Vaso's is opening a new place in King Street! The mystery was resolved, and the food eaten; so I liquidate my check, I took a quick look at the legs of Catherina II The Great, and I left the place dreaming. Oh, right!, the standard stuff before I forget: celebrating ambience, talented prices, awesome food, and ambrosial desserts! See you at the new place!
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