It's Greek To Me.

Kate and Spence are visiting Portland.  On the first night in town, Kate, a long-time city dweller, was content on staying in the downtown hotel while Spence, a dyed-in-the-wool country boy, likes to get out and gawk at the architecture, city art, funny looking people and regular hub-bub. But, as the night drew on, Spence was getting hungry.  All through that part of downtown Portland, there just seemed to be all manner of chain fast food stores like Subway, Carl's Jr and the like.  So, he keeps hiking and hiking until he gets into a neighborhood that doesn't appear to be like the others.  There is an espresso shop, a local pizza by the slice place and a grocery store.  Spence notices transients outside of the grocery store and decides to not venture further.  Then, just beyond the transients, he notices a group of young Middle Eastern men gathered at outside tables not speaking English.  As  he craned his neck around, he noticed a sign saying "sandwiches".  That tempted his palette much better than pizza or grocery store food.  Taking a closer look, it was a Mediterranean cafe with  gyros and felafel's.  Stepping inside, there wasn't a sole in the joint.  Quickly, a young Turkish or Lebanese or Jordanian man followed him into the cafe.  There were laminated menus lying around with pretty typical Mediterranean fare.  So, Spence ordered up a lamb Gyro, a traditional salad and a soft drink.  Grabbing the Willamette Weekly, he plopped himself down and read the paper while devouring the gyro.  It wasn't the best gyro he had ever eaten, but at the moment, it was perfect.  It was a real Portland neighborhood with real people in it.   He's just curious if they could make a gyro out of buck meat. Probably, so.

Spence:   That was a long walk for a hunk of lamb.  Can't wait for Fortuna 4-H Lamb Barbecue next month.
Kate: Oh how I love spreading out all of my things in a hotel room, getting the pillows just right, flipping through channels, and checking required reading on my lap top. AHHHHH.....