Sunday Lunch

We met up with cousin Spyros as planned and he took us out to lunch at a taverna which occupies the sight of the former municipal market in Larnaca. Consequently, it is off the usual tourist trail and frequented mostly by locals. This market was apparently the one before the one in the centre of town, which has been demolished to make way for a car park. We had Cyprus mezedes, and the chef stuck to the traditional dishes. I even tried one of the snails.
Spyros is a great one for telling jokes; here's one suitable for family viewing:

President Obama was flying back to the USA from the Far East and as Airforce One passed over Iran he saw a plume of smoke rising up and he asked his Chief of Staff what it was. "That's were we have some of our troops, Sir, helping the local people achieve democracy." "Ah, right," says Obama. The plane continues over Iraq and again there's a plume of smoke rising from the ground and The President asks what this is. "That's were we have some of our troops, Sir, helping the local people achieve democracy."
"Ah, right," says Obama.

Airforce One then passes over Afghanistan and another great plume of smoke is belching forth. Obama turns to his Chief of Staff quizzically. "Yes, Mr President," says the Chief of Staff, "That's  some of our troops, Sir, helping the local people achieve democracy."  "Uh huh," nods Obama. The plane continues over Pakistan - same again. Then over Palestine. "We're helping the Israelis, Sir, to preserve their democracy." "Okay..," mumbles The President, beginning to look troubled. The plane then passes over Cyprus and once more there is a fog of smoke rising from the ground. "Don't tell me we are fighting in Cyprus too!" cries Obama.

"No Sir. Today is Sunday and that's the Cypriots cooking their kebabs."