I like to eat. People know this about me. I also like to spend time with my family…which means I need to have constructive things to do. But also…well eating. It’s my favorite part of any day. So, the idea of the Hamptons Greek Festival, essentially a gigantic outdoor food event where you eat nothing but incredible Greek food while sending your kid off to go on a little merry-go-round ride, sounded about right.
I literally fasted all day in preparation for this event. The only thing I had eaten was a coffee and Reese’s peanut butter cup. When we got to the Greek Festival in Southampton, I was ravenous. Everything in my system said it was time to eat, LFG!!!!
I hustled the family over to the food tent, bypassing all of the carnival rides that looked like they were all at least 50 years old and pretty much like death traps to me, I made my way over to the tent. I didn’t even ask what my wife wanted. I started to order everything. There was Souvlaki; there was a Gyro; there was extra pita bread; there was a Greek Salad; there was Baklava; there were loukoumades, OH MY GOD.
In an absolute food rage, I started hammering it all down, and it became official with my family, who between all of us, have no Greek relatives. I think we should only eat Greek food from now on, go to Greece for vacation, and start learning how to speak Greek. As far as I’m concerned, everything Greek is awesome. The Greeks could make a doorknob, and I would eat it if they added the tzatziki sauce and put it in pita bread.
I love this festival. It’s such a celebration of life. There was live Greek music, it was all run by the Greek church, and you were just surrounded by happy, positive, wonderful people who were interested in nothing but having a good time.
Nothing beats that.