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To: George the Greek who wrote (9896)	3/30/1999 7:47:00 PM
From: d:oug	Respond to of 14226

George The Greek, I need help to equal you, Bob and Jack's food festive posts. Anyone out there know of any gourmet Polish eats ? My father left the farm before I was born, to the suburbs, but lucky for me there was enough empty land between houses for a small garden and chicken coop. Still needed those Sundays at grandfathers farm for good eats. Not easy for me to say, but the Polish farmers on my mother's side, well: - after highschool, entered military service, and boot camp food, I was amazed that it was very good, especially after hearing talk it was bad - others at boot camp didn't agree with me tho - some at boot camp couldn't eat the first 2 days - some tried, but some decided not to let it pass thru - me, I was in food heaven - back on the home-front - once when my mother was not looking, I saw my father put ketchup ontop of the homemade spaggie sauce Mom made - Mom keep a jar of mustard to use incase someone ate a poison or bad type thing and needed quick empty stomach - above actually was used on me, as I ate some chocolate candy bars I discovered hidden away, and turned out to be ex-lat the laxative in candy form rather than the pill form, so mustard jar opened and Mom said open wide and put a big spoon full into my mouth ...... Maybe 3 Polish meals will equal 1 Jack's meal ? Doug

To: George the Greek who wrote (9896)	3/30/1999 8:18:00 PM
From: JACK R. SMITH JR.	Respond to of 14226

George, A little humbling story of Greek food. As a young captain I was assigned to the Washington D.C. area and I must say that was daunting in many ways. Like finding decent housing on the current pay? At any rate, I was alone there for a few months while I sought adequate housing for my family. I found a room at a quasi military establishment that was very interesting. I cannot even tell you the name today. At any rate, it was out Mass ave and had a small resturant and they had a bar in the basement and had female associates who attended functions several times a week. The room was cheap and I met some interesting characters. Parking was a severe problem and I amassed quite a few parking tickets. Story continues--Some resident there took me to a Greek resturant somewhere off "M" street called the Astor. Not because it was Greek, but because the meals on the lower level were an extreme bargain, and he was either poor or cheap. He was right in either case. The meals were good and cheap. I am not ashamed of the fact that I learned about Greek food from a cheap guy in Washington D.C. I learned that I loved Greek salads and that and a bit of bread would later provide me with many good meals. I ate every dish on the menu and loved them all. I am not saying that the dishes at the Astor represent the best of Greek cooking, but they are certainly fond memories to me. Now to the rest of the rest of the story-- At the Astor, on the uper floors they had a (I know not how to spell Bizoukki?) band and belly dancers! They served meals there but the prices were higher. They also served Ouzo! Not sure I spell that right either. Milky drink tasting of anise. Milky when served over ice. Well, folks I pride myself for being a man of conservative values, proper behavior, and when I do imbibe, I expect that most would never tell that I have imbibed at all. Strange that I felt compelled to dance with the belly dancers. They did not throw me out, just gently nudged me from the stage. There, you have it--Embarrassed, Jack! I could blame it on the evil Ouzo, but I take full responsibility!

To: George the Greek who wrote (9896)	3/31/1999 7:57:00 AM
From: Bob Walsh	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 14226

OT George & Jack, my wife and I spent 2 months in Greece several years ago visiting all of her relatives. The mother-in-law of my wife's cousin brought me across the street into the back-yard where this guy had a still and was brewing ouzo. The mother-in-law bought me two one liter coke bottles full of ouzo (I still have one left) - very strong. My wife is an excellent cook, especially of all the Greek dishes (fortunately for me). She does not know how to cook in small amounts (no one ever left our house hungry) and now days we freeze most of what she cooks. Regards, Bob