It’s Memorial Day Weekend, and the weekend when the Church of the Annunciation in Tremont has it’s Greek Festival. The smell of roasting lamb drifts over the neighborhood, and many, many walnuts are wrapped in filo dough and smothered in honey.
It’s amazing how many people you meet at the Greek Festival, I’ve seen old patients, nursing staff and ancillary personnel from many hospitals, and the odd mortician there.
There is a lot of stuff at one of these dos, from the retsina raffle to the Hellenic dancers, which you might expect, to the sales of oil paintings, sheets, jewellery, and the rummage sale. There are also tours of the sanctuary, and new ikons are added every year. I try to remember my Greek iconography from my Art History courses, and realize I should have pulled the book out BEFORE I go.
But the major reason people go to the Greek festival is to eat. Last night the gyro/souvlaki line went twice around the church and down the block. And that was at 8 pm. I bought a load of assorted baklava and decided to go to the Polish restaurant instead. So, this morning I came back and the first slices of lamb were just hitting the grill. That took care of lunch AND supper.