nurdlinger
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trek to the Detroit Auto Show and always stop in Greektown
When I was a pre-school child in the early 50s my dad worked delivering meat for a business on Monroe St. (what everyone calls Greektown) I would go with him once in a while and spend the day. This place had enormous walk-in refrigerators to contain the meat, and a windowed store front on Monroe. If you remember the scene from Godfather II where the landlord comes to talk to Vito after discovering who Vito was, it looked just like that except there was sawdust all over the floor. I'd ride around in the meat truck with my dad, or stay in the store. The guys who owned the shop were related to my mom, so they doted on me as well. I inherited the Polish skin coloration instead of the Greek, and I was a chubby kid, so I didn't look like everyone else, and I was always remembered. I knew all the storekeepers up and down the street, Athens Grocery, Stemma Confectionary, Laikon Restaurant, etc. I watched them making phyllo dough one day in Stemma, without knowing what they were doing. To my kid's eyes, it looked like they were piling up bedsheets on a table. Athens market had a glass-front counter with meat and cheese I guess, and in front of it on the floor small casks filled with salted fish and other stuff. Really gross looking and smelly. I will never forget the aroma there. They always gave me a handful of pistachio nuts, back in the days when the shells were dyed red. This is one of my favorite childhood memories.
When I was a pre-school child in the early 50s my dad worked delivering meat for a business on Monroe St. (what everyone calls Greektown) I would go with him once in a while and spend the day. This place had enormous walk-in refrigerators to contain the meat, and a windowed store front on Monroe. If you remember the scene from Godfather II where the landlord comes to talk to Vito after discovering who Vito was, it looked just like that except there was sawdust all over the floor. I'd ride around in the meat truck with my dad, or stay in the store. The guys who owned the shop were related to my mom, so they doted on me as well. I inherited the Polish skin coloration instead of the Greek, and I was a chubby kid, so I didn't look like everyone else, and I was always remembered. I knew all the storekeepers up and down the street, Athens Grocery, Stemma Confectionary, Laikon Restaurant, etc. I watched them making phyllo dough one day in Stemma, without knowing what they were doing. To my kid's eyes, it looked like they were piling up bedsheets on a table. Athens market had a glass-front counter with meat and cheese I guess, and in front of it on the floor small casks filled with salted fish and other stuff. Really gross looking and smelly. I will never forget the aroma there. They always gave me a handful of pistachio nuts, back in the days when the shells were dyed red. This is one of my favorite childhood memories.