Sigh of relief.
My dad and I made a quick huddle, deciding to order basically everything on the menu. Go team!
Epsa lemonade, the best sparkling lemonade on planet
"Once you go Greek, it makes the rest look weak."
There, I said it.
Go ahead and smirk and say what you want, but this plate was amazing. The sausage had a slight snap to it, lots of lemon and lots of meaty juices. The surrounding fries and bottom layer of pita soaked up these juices and also made themselves available for mini sausage pita sammies. So good in fact, I didn't gripe when the backseat opened up an order and started eating them in my car (that, and they fed my pie hole so I was too full and happy to get nazi).
Burgerville and not order a burger (har har, inside Oregonian joke), just like you can't go to Louks without ordering Loukomades, specifically, the nutella sort. The loukomades were also one of the superstars of the night: one nutella and one honey. They were perfectly crunchy fried on the outside, holding up well to the nutella/honey smotherings and airy/doughy on the inside. The nutella ones were more of a noverlty item, not classic Greek by any means, but they have been popping up in Greek festivals throughout Southern California as of late. Honey is the traditional loukomades accompaniment and they proved to be better (and in much cooler shapes) than most I've had in the last few years.
And now I will promise to reserve my somewhat obnoxious Greekness for the next few posts, but I will continue to follow Louks for another round of loukaniko and loukomades.
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