For some unknown reason, we ate at not one, but two fabulous Greek spots in New York City during our trip. Here’s what went down. My gullet.
First, we ate at Milos.
Hello, beautiful babies.
I can just pick my fish, yes?
Cucumbers, bell peppers, parsley, good tomatoes and a wedge of feta. Love.
A whole fish for lunch? Why the heck not?
Simply grilled salmon.
Fresh lemon balls of greatness.
And then, Pilos.
A little warm outside to be open-air, but what’s a little more heat when you’ve been sweating your dolmas off all week long?
I’m not a fan of dolmas, but dolmas atop avgolemono sauce and stuffed with ground lamb? Converted.
More tomatoes! Bring it on.
Pastachio-crusted fish was a huge win.
Yadda, yadda, yadda, I’m now near clinically obsessed with tomatoes.