But Grandma got a moustache!

I was planning a post praising the traditional Greek gyro. Praise is in order. Man, I lo-o-o-ve a good gyro. You know those science fiction shows where the alien race is judging the planet earth? They're shaking their heads and saying "Yours is a violent and self-destructive civilization. Nuclear holocaust is imminent. Tsk, tsk." I think handing them a good gyro would restore their faith in humanity. It would make a compelling argument; maybe we aren't so bad after all.


I was doing a little research, so my statements wouldn't be all wild conjecture. But, I've decided to do more research and save it for another time. I just wanted to share one interesting tidbit. Some of my favorite burger joints have gyros on the menu too. Why? According to several internet sources, Greek families would immigrate to the U.S and start a restaurant. They'd be selling gyros. It's roast meat on bread, with lettuce, tomato, onion, and a special sauce. Well, it wasn't long before they realized some of the customer base wanted burgers. It's practically the same thing. Why not? And then someone suggested serving french fries with the gyros. That's right, your favorite dumpy little burger joint was doing fusion cuisine decades before Wolfgang Puck. If you have a Greek Grandma, go give her a kiss. If not, go buy a gyro.