{meet one of taxim's newest cooks}
ok, so i used to throw tantrums.
i was that kid screaming and crying in the grocery store when mum wouldn't buy me fruit roll ups,
and when pops tried to make me practice piano,
and when i started kindergarten.
and another common trigger for my tantrums?
greek food.
legit, i actually threw fits when we'd go out for greek.
so imagine my excitement:
mum: stoop just got a new job!
me: where?
mum: a hip schmancy new restaurant called
me: what kind of food?
mum: greek! {and before i could say anything} ...we're going there this sunday!
20-year-olds don't throw fits.
they try new things,
like dandelions
and halloúmi cheese...
and duck gýros...
{quack quack}
and lamb sausage...
{maaaaaaaaa}
and some of the things,
they really enjoy!
like this tasty phyllo dough with goat cheese and leeks {made by sister}
and
the pork bellies with honey
and also, they respectfully bow out when they know that other people would much more appreciate shellfish
and fish with googly eyes.
...and they watch as mum takes full advantage of the wine flights.
ok,
sorry,
i'm being vague.
it was good.
good in the way that,
kobe bryant is good at basketball.
i know he's like, one of the best, and i appreciate that,
but i wouldn't exactly go out of my way to see a basketball game.
is that fair?
some of the things were really very tasty.
in fact, i demanded that we get two of the phyllo dough things because they were that tasty.
and the lamb sausage was very good as well.
but when all of the seafood came out,
and when stoop shoved an octopus tentacle in my face,
i ran the other way.
i think i've met my new foods quota for the week.
maybe i'll try a googly eyed fish in one of the 42 restaurants that i have left...
xoxo
yeh
taxim is located in wicker park, chicago.
mention this blog and maybe sister stoop will give you a free phyllo dough thing.
{hear that, stoop?}