OK, we can't get fried chicken, but last night, we drove across the island to hear some Christmas singing and figured we'd eat out at Ephessus, a delightful restaurant featuring Anatolian food. Our village was resettled by three Greek refugees from Smyrni in 1922, and we live among their descendants, so we have developed a liking for the customs and food of Greeks from Asia Minor.
One favorite, as a starter, is manti, a meat filled, steamed dumpling served with a yoghurt, paprika and sauce. Kind of similar to Russian pelmeni. The wife is from Russia, and when we first commented on that similarity a few years ago, it began a conversation about my maternal Belous ancestry.
So we arrive, seat ourselves and a nice young waitress, who we had not seen before, came to our table and welcomed us, and, probably due to our speaking English to each other, asked if we are familiar with their menu and Anatolian food. In my rudimentary Greek, I told her we were from Aspro Chorio and had eaten at Ephessus regularly before they moved to their lovely new beach front location. So, after pleasantries, we got down to ordering. I said we would like manti for a starter, and she frowned and said, "We just sold the last portion." Then she though a bit and said, "You came all the way from Aspro Chorio (27 km, but that is almost half way round the island). Let me tell the chef." She disappeared, and was back in a flash asking, "One portion or two?" I said one- just our starter, and then we ordered our entrees and some wine. She said it would take about 15 mins to make the manti, as they hade to make fresh dough. "Would that be alright?" Of course we said "yes", and in a minute, the chef (Russian wife) appeared and began making dough and then manti in the open prep area but the wood fired oven, smiling and waving "hello" to us. We were served fresh flat bread from the wood stove to keep us busy.
During the wait, the waitress chatted with us a bit, as the chef had told her I speak rudimentary Russian as well. The waitress had moved to Paros from Georgia (the original one, not the one north of Florida) three years ago. So we had a grand time discussion favorite Russian, Greek and Anatolian foods.
The manti arrived, and as always, were fab. The entrees were also excellent. When we were through, we were given the traditional, complimentary dessert, plus two shots of Makstika, a wonderful brandy like cordial from the island of Chios, "because we had to wait". By then the chef was able to take a break, and we chatted with her as well.
As we departed we said our thanks and farewells in Greek, Russian and English, much to the confusion of a French tourist couple who had arrived shortly after us.
May not have been fried chicken, but the though of fried chicken never crossed our minds. Far too busy simply enjoying life, great food, amazing hospitality and good company.