As I left the church parking lot I came up with an unusual way to find a restaurant. I would go west on Manchester and eat at the first place on the right that was new to me. I drove for about three miles. During that time I passed:
- two sit down Mexican restaurants
- a sit down wing restaurant
- a sushi restaurant
- a Chinese carryout
- a pizza carryout
- a deli
- a smoothie store
- an ice cream place
- and six fast food places
I skipped the drive through line and went inside and took a look at the menu. There was something for everybody... predominantly Greek and Mexican items, but you could also order hamburgers, hot dogs, seafood, or wings. I asked the man behind the counter if he thought I should get a gyro or a Mexican item. He recommended the gyro, so that's what I ordered. I got my food to go, then drove to a nearby park where I sat in my car and ate.
The restaurant had put the sauce on the pita before they added the lettuce, tomatoes, onion, feta, and meat, which helped make it less messy, but I've never gotten through a gyro without something falling out. Sure enough, this time I had a large piece of sauce-coated onion end up on my shorts.
It was worth it, though.
Five years ago today: (It's) For The Birds