Gyros!

Another international taste treat has infiltrated The City of Anachronism. Now being sold from the Killias Gyros food trailer in the beautiful Estacionamiento al Lado de las Vías, are what I'm told are "Gyroses." (Pronounced JHY-roeses, as in GYROscope.) A gyros (singular) appears to be a Greek cross between a burrito and a taco. I might even try one someday.

I asked the wagon's owner, Carmella "Zorba the Greek" Rodrequez, to explain herself. "We offer eight different Greek dishes, including gyros, plus a variety of sides. And please don't call me 'Zorba the Greek.' I'm a fifth generation American woman of Spanish descent."

Oddly, Zorba mispronounced her own product, calling gyroses "yee-roh." Nevertheless, I continued with the interview.

I asked, "In order to enter The City of Anachronism, you must have had to show proper identification and citizenship verification at the border. Do you have those papers with you now, Ms. The Greek?"

She replied, "I had to show my drivers license to get my vending permit, if that's what you mean. But what I really want to talk about is how fresh our authentic beef-lamb meat is. It's not easy to get a lamb to allow a bull to get that close to her. And stop referring to me as Zorba the Greek."

"My apologies, Zorba, I didn't mean any insult to someone who may or may not have the legal right to be privileged to live here."

After claiming, once again, that she's a U.S. citizen even though her last name is Rodrequez, she threatened, "You call me Zorba one more time…."

"Sorry, Z-baby, what I………"

[Editor's Note: At that point our blogger was slapped silly, stopping his recorder. As before, our Assistant Blogger wrote this piece.]