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As others have shared their amusing "George" stories, I thought that I would as well.
Once upon a time, before the internet was a place to find food choices...I picked up my yellow pages and called various greek restaurants in my area to see if they delivered. Georges apparently did. So I ordered.
And yes...even back then...it took a long, long time. Eventually - and by now I was starving - this man came to the door with my food. I had a 20 in my hand (or at least I think I did), took the food, got change, went inside quite excited to eat...and just when I am about to open the package of food...a knock on the door...
The delivery man is standing there. He says, "I think you may have not paid me". I say, "but you gave me change". He says, "I counted my money, and I don't have the 20 from you" (he showed me an enormous wad of cash, and I wondered how he knew what MY 20 looked like)
He asked me if I could look around and see if I had accidentally taken it back. I walked inside, saw the change - there was no 20 attached to it, and went back and told him so. He looked upset but left.
Again I walk over to the food, this time I lift the lid off and am about to put something into my mouth when I hear extremely loud banging at the door. I open it. It's the deliver man again. lol....He is now raising his voice, very angry - "YOU did NOT pay me. I DON'T have the money. I want to come inside and see if you have the 20!!!"
No joke. He wants to come inside my apartment. I said, "I have others 20s at home but they don't belong to you". I try and close the door. He puts his foot in the door. He screams "I'm going to call the police!" and other such garbage - I say, "CALL THEM!". And slam the door shut, luckily not cutting his toe off in the process.
Now...I am really really hungry by this point, as this whole process took about 10 minutes more. I sit down. I am thinking "I'll never order from this stupid restaurant again". I look at the food. It was chicken souvlaki. And it looked amazing. I bit into the food...and...I must say, it was one of the best things I have ever tasted. No joke. Now what the-f am I going to do??? How can I get more of this because you see...the man at the door...well...he told me his name...George...so yes...the owner is the one I had the fight with.
Over the next many months, I had multiple girlfriends of mine go to Georges Souvlaki to pick up food for me. It was always delicious. And I always hid in the car, hoping to not be recognized by George who I felt would never forget me. One girl - while watching me eat, said, "I think you like that food more than me"...it was that good.
About 1.5 years later of using women to get my Georges fix...I walked into the restaurant wearing a long coat, a hoodie and get this...sunglasses...at NIGHT! I figured, who cares, I'm a weirdo but I can order food. And I did. And I did NOT take off the glasses. (they were mirrored)
George sees me. Comes over...looks at me...and says..."you look familiar"...and that was it. I started coming back. He never remembered and eventually I was able to dine there as a real customer, sans disguise.
I have to say - his food was excellent. He was also a very nice man. And apparently, a great hero to many people that he has supported over the years - from his wife's family from the Philippines to many mentally challenged young people who he gave jobs to. (not kidding)
Lastly, after I took those first few bites in my apartment on the first occasion, I moved my pillow and underneath it was a 20 dollar bill. To this day, I'm not sure if that was HIS 20, or mine. But probably was his. Sorry George. Hope I made up for it.
P.S. Best Tzaziki I have ever had
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