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| - The smell in the parking lot beckoned me like the cries of a siren. Like a siren made of sugar, which usually doesn't get my attention. I followed my nose into a pretty cool little bakery/fine foods merchant, unsurprisingly specializing in products imported from Greece. The two are side-by side, linked by a doorway, but feel like their own separate entities.
The food store carries lots of exotic treasures, spices that I have never seen or heard of, and a freezer full of phyllo dough that I almost bought to make my own spanikopita, until I remembered that I don't do that.
They even had Greek gum, bearing the brandname "lifedrops"! The title and accompanying visual being so cool I had to buy it, with no real plans for chewing it.
The bakery was pretty big and pretty busy. The staff was pleasantly surly (in contrast to the food store where the clerk was simply very pleasant), and I bought my usual suspects: half-moon shortbread almond cookies called "kourambiethes" in Greek, as well as cheese pie, known as "tiropita". Both being two of my favourite foods on earth. True story. The cookies were good, but a little on the dry side- didn't taste as homemade as I was expecting. The tropita was pretty excellent, with one of the best fillings I've had, store-bought.
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