Today the cold suddenly broke, and it was 62 and sunny on my drive home. I took off my coat and scarf, donned the sunglasses, rolled down the windows and cranked up the Jack’s Mannequin, and took a slight detour on the way home to pick up something interesting for dinner. Chris is off at a conference in Philly for the weekend, so I’ve been on my own for the past two nights. I deserve a random dinner treat.
I wandered around looking for something to catch my eye. Pizza was too boring; I wasn’t quite feeling the sushi or anything else Asian. That’s when I happened upon a Greek specialty store and, on a whim, ventured in. A nice little old lady greeted me, and in a sudden bolt of inspiration, I remembered that amazing Greek dip that Marie made for me once, but couldn’t think of the name. Not seeing a packet of spices that rang any memory-bells, I described it and asked the lady, who promptly scooped out a small container of tzatziki (cucumber dip, they were calling it, I guess to be easy on the dumb Americans 😉 ). I couldn’t decide on what to get for dinner. There was spanakopita (which the lady pronounced with such a beautiful accent, I was ashamed to try and repeat the name after her), a lasagna-esque dish, and meat pies (more hot pies? anyone?). I couldn’t decide–there’s a surprise–so I asked the wonderful lady for her opinion. She gave me a knowing smile and tapped the glass above the spanakopita, replying in a wonderfully accent voice, “My daughter makes the best spanakopita around. You try this, you’ll be back telling me how good it was. You’ll see.” I couldn’t refuse.
And thus, now that I’ve eaten some wonderfully refreshing tzatziki and warmed pita bread, my spanakopita is in the oven, my apartment smells glorious, and I have high hopes for my main course. =)
On my excursion today, I also scoured Squirrel Hill to find bagels for my weekend with Resa and had to settle for The Bagel Factory–decent bagels, but I was hoping for a neat little bakery’s bagels. I neglected to think about the fact that most of the really Jewish bakeries (that probably have amazing bagels) close early on Friday. So 5 pm on a Friday was not the best time to be shopiing. However, I think it would be difficult to find a bad bagel in Squirrel Hill. I think we’ll be in good shape. I don’t know where we’ll end up this weekend. Maybe we’ll check out the markets along the Strip District; maybe we’ll get dessert at Gullifty’s–I hear it’s devine. Maybe we’ll hit up Primanti Bros. just to say we’ve done it, or perhaps a breakfast at Pamela’s would be in order. We’ll probably enjoy a quality brew or two and the Church Brew Works. But if there are new foodie adventures to be had, we’ll find them and all post them.
Till then, foodiesuzy, over and out. =)