Note to self: don't eat a gyro on your dinner break. Garlic doesn't go well with checking out books.

The local Greek pizza and souvlaki joint appears to have been bought out by a Moroccan family, or I at least I gathered as much when I went there for my gyro fix and heard Arabic, not Greek being spoken behind the counter, and noticed that the soup of the day was harira, a Moroccan lamb soup, and not avgolemono.

I hate to say this, but I think the food might be better now. Maybe I'll try the harira next time!