My country is like Lindsey Lohan. A seriously misguided, directionless, ragamuffin, with nothing but glory days of the past to cling to. For our red headed friend, it was The Parent Trap. For Greece, it was the alphabet, Plato, and the Olympics.
With news swirling the globe around Greece and its tanking existence, I have become the token Greek in every circle of friends — the go-to-gal that everyone expects to play D for my Mediterranean team. Consider this my attempt to show that not all Greeks are lazy takers. The Folks over at Meet the Greek, Australia’s new Greek Restaurant chain are quite the opposite, actually. Someone must have fed them olive oil from both the driven and creative spoons.