This is a mangosteen. It is the queen of fruits. Its delicate white flesh literally melts in your mouth. It tastes like every fruit you’ve ever enjoyed all mixed together in a punch, and nothing you’ve ever tasted all at the same time. You can’t get them fresh outside of Southeast Asia, and you need a knife to open them up, because that violet-red skin is tough to get into and it’ll stain your fingers. It’s worth all of that, the flight to Southeast Asia, the haggling in the market, finding a knife, and walking around with purple fingers for a day. It’s that good. I’ve written about mangosteen before back when we went to Thailand and all. It’s not the food that this post is about, though.
This is an gyro platter. This is what I’m craving right now. I want that spongy, spit-roasted meat with its seasoning and grease and fat and oil. I literally dream about that bomb of sodium, fat, and grease that I long to stuff down my maw. I want a fresh salad with vegetables that are crisp, fresh, and not of questionable provenance like the ones I get at the grocery stores here in Korea. That salad needs some fresh olive oil and feta cheese, too. You know what else, that flat bread. I want that flat bread. I mean, I can get some pretty freaking great naan here in Korea, but not that flatbread that comes with every Mediterranean meal. I need a dolma too. I want oily grape leaves wrapped around meat and rice until its a veritable sausage of delightful greasy fatty sodium laced goodness just waiting to burst open between my razor sharp incisors.
So yeah, I would fly across at least one ocean to eat an gyro platter right now. Now, let me add a caveat. I’d prefer to get this all American style, from a Greek diner in Chicago or New York. I know it’s not exactly the same as you’d get in Greece, but I’ve already got plans to go there in just a few months. I want the nasty stuff Carolyn and I used to get from the Parthenon Express or whatever the little dive across the street from our old dive shop was called. That’s what I want right now, and there’s nothing even close to that in my little corner of Asia. I guess I’ll just have to wait.