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Across the Sea

Gyros

I think it was in 1971 that I drove, with one of my father’s students, from Cairo to Alexandria. We were taking my family’s VW minivan to Alexandria to load on a boat for the journey to Greece. The plan was for me to accompany the van to Greece while the rest of my family flew to Athens. I’ve no idea why I was going with the van, and in a recent conversation, neither do my parents. Apparently it seemed like a good thing to do at the time.

We do remember that the student was with me to handle language issues (I didn’t speak Arabic, a notoriously difficult language for Westerners) and probably also to keep me from doing anything terminally stupid. At any rate, we apparently arrived in Alexandria and got the van loaded without incident. I don’t particularly recall the drive so I was either stoned (not likely), sleeping, or being a stupid mindless teenager. The latter gets my vote. But I do remember the boat journey.

The sun was already hot in June, but the breeze was cool, the smell of the sea innervating, and the water a blue so intense it made your teeth hurt.

The boat hauled freight, passengers were very much a sideline. I had a berth in steerage. It was a cabin about nine feet wide with six bunks in it, three per side. That was it. The head was down a passageway and was the sort of place one visited only when one’s bowels were near the bursting point. There was no toilet, only a hole in the deck one squatted or stood over. Hitting the hole was apparently optional.

Steerage was not a pleasant place. Especially once we were out in the middle of the Mediterranean Sea and some folks started getting sea-sick.

I was lucky, I had a few qualms the first day but nothing serious and was fine thereafter. And the weather was magnificent (more luck) so I stayed on the top deck. The sun was already hot in June, but the breeze was cool, the smell of the sea innervating, and the water a blue so intense it made your teeth hurt.

A half dozen or so of us quickly formed a clique and played cards, mainly Spades, for most of the trip. There was a middle-aged Greek guy with a quick smile and no teeth, a couple of young Danes traveling together who shared my berth, and a couple of others I don’t recall except as splashes of color. We’d sit in the mess playing cards, drinking beer, and smoking. When someone got tired they’d wander outside to stretch and breath and someone else would take their place.

And so we proceeded for three days from Alexandria, Egypt to Piraeus, Greece where I met my family and we offloaded the van.

We had dinner in Piraeus and to begin ordered a plate of fried calamari, the first I’d ever had and they were extraordinarily good, like eating candy. We polished off a huge platter and ordered a second one.

The next day we did the tourist thing and stopped in a taverna for lunch where I ate my first gyro — another amazing food experience and one I’ve tried on occasion to recreate here at home. Last week I came very close, close enough that I’m willing to publish the recipe, an honor none of my previous efforts earned. The texture isn’t quite right, but that’s a minor issue.

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10 Responses to “Gyros”

  • cookiecrumb:

    Dreamy!!(The wind is in from Africa, last night I couldn’t sleep.)

  • stephen:

    Very evocative post, Kevin. Suburban white boy envies your exotic teenage years….I had my first gyro in hippie days when I was living on 7th Street in the East Village in 1971….certainly it was no more authentic than most of the pizza served up in those days in Manhattan, but still a revelation…and that little gyro stand is still there, still carving slices off that vertical rotating slab…ah, the good old days…

  • Sultana:

    What a great vision you describe! Being in that part of the world you are talking about in this entry makes it even more real for me…The gyros or “shwarma” as we call them here are so tasty! We eat them with Tahini sauce as well…These days you can find many flavours too!

  • Shelly:

    One of my favorite foods! I only get 1 a year at the local greek festival and it is amazing! Kevin this is fantastic! I have always wanted to try making gyros but had no clue where to start! Can’t wait to try this!!!!THANK YOU!!!

  • Kevin:

    CC,It was a fun trip.Stephen,Yeah, the trouble with my recipe is the texture isn’t the same as the rotisserie version.Sultana,I’ll have to try the tahini.Shelly,They’re easy to make.

  • Ed Bruske:

    As a teenager, I lost a brand new pair of Ray-Bans down a whole just like that in France. I never again kept my sunglasses in my pants pocket.

  • Chel:

    O.M.G…You’re my hero. Our budget doesn’t allow eating out very often, thus the inspiration behind my cooking. Necessity is a mother, as my mommy always says!Great story, btw.

  • Kevin:

    Chel,Glad to help.

  • s'kat:

    I recently went back to Holland, which is where I had my first shwarma. I’d been telling Dave about them for years, and how they never tasted quite right here. Long story short… the night we went to get one, we suddenly found ourselves in a neighborhood with no Egyptian places. After trekking long and far, we finally got one- and it sucked, badly. I’ve tried making it at home, too, with little success. Looking forward to attempting your version soon. ps- you’re brave, there’s no way I could have stayed in steerage for three days!

  • Kevin:

    S’kat,Not brave, I was 17.

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