Gyro Encounter

I don't even know what town we were in last night.  Chalkiadris?--no place that any tourist would ever visit, but it is close to where we want to explore tomorrow.  The hotel had an "exotic" menu which included such American dishes as baked chicken breast, so we tried to find something local, only to realize that we had been lulled into a false sense of security in Athens and Delphi about when dinner was served.  These were both heavy tourist areas, and we realized that they must have opened early to accommodate the tourists' expectations.

Outside these pockets, restaurants operate on a different plane of existence.  We were told about a taverna in town.  Down a kilometer on the left.  Good food.  We were all for it.  After all, it was 8:30pm, and our last real meal was breakfast around 9:30am, and noshing on almonds as we drove.  However, after walking up and down the road in this "kilometer area", we could see restaurants, but they were all closed. We asked at the local barber who gestured that it was 2 blocks back the way we came.  We walked that way, and found an unhelpful woman who merely shrugged her shoulders as she sat outside what had the look and feel of a permanently closed restaurant.  We crossed the street, again, and decided to try a different restaurant that at least had rotisseri chickens cooking in the front window, but that proprietor (remaining seated as well) gestured something like that he would not be open for another two hours!?

Fortunately, next door was a fast food place.  We entered, and the proprietor was at least standing, so when we asked if he had food, he said "gyro".  Apparently, that was all he was serving at this hour.  We ordered two.  A glass of box white wine and a lemon soda.  Total bill came to less than we paid for bottled water in Delphi that morning.  Amazing and delicious, but no cats in the restaurant or on the streets around town.