greek and donuts
you know how everyone thinks that the diner in their neighborhood could kick everyone else’s diners’ asses? yeah, well, there’s a diner in my neighborhood that would flatten all your diner contenders. it’s called the blue sea diner and restaurant, and it’s at the corner of 30th ave and 31st street, underneath the subway at the 30th ave NW stop.
the blue sea rocks for many reasons, chiefly: cheap coffee, fresh donuts made at 10 p.m. (late night donuts!), blue countertops, yellow tiffany lamps, surly greek wait-staff, and niko.
niko is this guy that works there. he’s greek. he’s 22 but he looks 30. he wears glasses and has a great smile. when i go in there, we chat. it goes something like this:
krissa: niko, are the donuts fresh?
niko: yassou*, what, you don’t say hi?
krissa: yassou, niko, tikanis?
niko: kala, kala. etzi, come back in twenty minutes, the donuts gonna be fresh.
krissa: ndaxi. be back then.
niko: when you gonna let me take you to dinner?
krissa: tomorrow!
*yeah, the greek’s phonetical. duh.
niko is a really sweet guy. we made a bet a while ago about something, and he said if he was right, i had to go to dinner with him. genevieve teases me and calls him my boyfriend. (you know, in that childish sing-song way).
but you know what? i think it’s sweet. i think niko is sweet. i don’t care that he asks me out every time i go in there. he’s funny. and he’s charming. and he’s not really like anyone i ever hang out with.
so he can ask me to dinner. maybe i’ll even go.
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