you greek?

It was the day before Easter Sunday.
My guy took us to this little cafe.

The outside of Maggie's Pizza & Deli.

As soon as I looked around, and sat down, I knew. They're Greek, aren't they?

Here's the inside of the deli shop.

One of the guys made the sign of the cross while he folded pizza boxes.

I whispered to my guy, I bet they have baklava.

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The owner brought J's homemade cream of mushroom to the table. J asked what the desserts of the day were.

Owner:"We have raspberry cheesecake, rice pudding, and coconut cake. Normally we have baklava, but we ran out. My wife is at home making some more." 

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"She used to make it here, but now, she does it
 at home." 
Me: "My mom made homemade baklava when I
was a little girl. It seemed hard to do."

Owner: "Her baklava is very good."

Me: "Yes."

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J and I both ate Greek Pizza and Phyllo Spinach Pie. The crust of the pizza reminded my of homemade pita bread.

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The owner thanked each customer as they left,
and wished them a "Happy Easter."

This is a little chocolate mint treat that came
with our food.
It was like a mini version of a  York Peppermint Pattie.

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I walked up to the owner and said,

"My grandpa came from Cyprus, Greece."

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Owner: "You Greek, eh?" 

 Me:  "A little bit."

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In the car I thought about Easter's when I was small. My mom would make leg of lamb.
That I don't miss.

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She still makes Greek Easter Bread.
Except unlike this photo, hers doesn't have
sesame seeds on top.

Every year I'm not there, that's something I miss.