Here for the food
If I had to name something I missed about Salida, Colorado I could just say one word -gyros.
There is a small, one-room diner off the main street called Mama D's and while I'm sure that the menu offers a wide-range of things to eat the truth is the only thing I have ever paid attention to are its gryos. They are fantastic. It doesn't matter that the yougurt sauce will drip all over your hands or that peices of lamb will certainly spill out of the over-stuffed pita. The meal is too delicious to be spoiled by such trival things.
I had been thinking about those fabulous Greek sandwiches a lot lately. In fact, that was pretty much my main reason to go pay a visit to the small Colorado town last weekend. I figured even if all I did was drive in - eat a gryo and then drive home- it would still be a great day.
Despite my one-track mind, the day feature a lot more highlights than just lunch. My sister and her children and I visited a playground and I got to watch my neice and oldest nephew swirl around on the merry-go-round. My nephew would flop in the grass afterwards to make the world stop spinning. I bought a copy of the Mountain Mail newspaper, my old employer. Seeing this year's county fair pictures made me think back to when I covered the county fair and the former editor would occassionally cry out "SUUU-EEEY!" as she placed fair pictures onto a page.
It was nice to take a trip down memory lane but even nicer to know that the gryo I ate that afternoon for lunch was just as good as I remembered it to be. I gushed to my sister about how great it was, adding I could three more.
But I didn't; I guess I didn't want to ruin one of my most treasured culinary memories. It will soon be five years since I left and the memories I have of the place seem like they occurred eons ago. But the one thing that has stayed true and constant is that absolutely scrumptous gryo.
There is a small, one-room diner off the main street called Mama D's and while I'm sure that the menu offers a wide-range of things to eat the truth is the only thing I have ever paid attention to are its gryos. They are fantastic. It doesn't matter that the yougurt sauce will drip all over your hands or that peices of lamb will certainly spill out of the over-stuffed pita. The meal is too delicious to be spoiled by such trival things.
I had been thinking about those fabulous Greek sandwiches a lot lately. In fact, that was pretty much my main reason to go pay a visit to the small Colorado town last weekend. I figured even if all I did was drive in - eat a gryo and then drive home- it would still be a great day.
Despite my one-track mind, the day feature a lot more highlights than just lunch. My sister and her children and I visited a playground and I got to watch my neice and oldest nephew swirl around on the merry-go-round. My nephew would flop in the grass afterwards to make the world stop spinning. I bought a copy of the Mountain Mail newspaper, my old employer. Seeing this year's county fair pictures made me think back to when I covered the county fair and the former editor would occassionally cry out "SUUU-EEEY!" as she placed fair pictures onto a page.
It was nice to take a trip down memory lane but even nicer to know that the gryo I ate that afternoon for lunch was just as good as I remembered it to be. I gushed to my sister about how great it was, adding I could three more.
But I didn't; I guess I didn't want to ruin one of my most treasured culinary memories. It will soon be five years since I left and the memories I have of the place seem like they occurred eons ago. But the one thing that has stayed true and constant is that absolutely scrumptous gryo.
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