Trip in review: More Athens

Any time you eat in Greece, you're going to get way more food than you can ever eat. And they'll keep it coming. And it is all very, very good!
 

Palate cleansers

We had the missionaries over for dinner the other night — Elder Randolph from Utah and Elder Childs from Nevada — and we asked them what their favorite dishes were for dinner. We got some interesting answers. One of them said "chicken soup," which I never would have guessed.

It reminded me of some of the chicken soup I was served as a missionary (claws and all). There was another soup that was a missionary favorite, miyeok-guk I think it was called. We just called it "creatures of the deep." It frightened me.

There was more than one dinner appointment that I dreamed of having instead a Brick Oven pizza or a Big H burger. Imagine my excitement to learn that in my new area they had both a "MacDonald" and a "Kenturkey Flied Chicken"! MacDonald wasn't bad — good burgers and a mascot that looked like the Oregon Duck. After looking in the windows of the "KFC" we decided it was safer not to go in.

Nowadays I find myself with a longing for good, authentic Korean food. Weird how that works!

 

We're good at feasting

Our elders came to dinner the other night and said they only wanted salad. Until the main course came out. And the bread. And the dessert.

We didn't have many leftovers that night — except for salad.
 

Familiar tastes

Another from the Disney collection. 
 

Or maybe the Plan of Redemption

It must be buried deep in my psyche that fancy, expensive restaurants have plants between the tables. If you look back through my cartoons, you'll notice that the plants are one way to tell whether a place is a fancy restaurant, a fast food joint, or something in between, Go figure.
 

Table for four

This was us, only it was a table for seven.
 

Sketchbook: Another round of crayons, please

Forget the fancy linens and ornate tableware. Give me a paper tablecloth and a packet of crayons and I'm a happy diner!