I ate lunch today in the Holmes Dining Center. Ordinarily, the menu for the day is posted on a sign near the cafeteria entrance, but today that sign was blank. “Uh oh,” I thought. “What does that mean?”
Near the entrance to the kitchen/buffet area, where you pay for your meal (with a graceful swipe of your Wildcat Connection Card), a narrow table with three or four plates of food offers hungry, indecisive students a visual representation of the day’s menu. Unlike the sign, however, the table served its purpose, and everything on it looked good. My fears were allayed, but now I had to figure out what I wanted.
I paid for my meal, grabbed a tray, and proceeded to wander around the kitchen aimlessly. My eyes finally settled on a sign that read “Gyros,” and beneath that, in smaller writing, was a pronunciation guide. Apparently, I’m not the only student whose verbal skills plummet in the wake of a hunger-induced, zombie-like trance. I placed my tray on the counter and tried to ask for whatever it was I couldn’t pronounce, and the server politely obliged.
After I found a seat by the window in the cafeteria (where the sunlight streams through), I realized I’d eaten a “gyro” once before near the start of fall quarter. The Holmes Dining Center deserves credit–they only offered gyros twice during fall quarter (or twice in seventy days), so their menu has plenty of variety.
As you can tell from the photos, what I ate was essentially half a piece of flatbread, some kind of mystery meat (it looked like thin-sliced, seasoned lamb), lettuce, diced tomatoes, red onions, and a variety of coleslaw made from cucumbers instead of cabbage. It tasted fresh and seemed quite healthy, although I have no idea if it was nutritional or not.
Initially, the word “gyro” conjured up images of the Puyallup fairgrounds, specifically The Mad Greek. I’ve never eaten there, but I’m pretty sure they sell gyros. I had at least a minor inkling that gyros qualify as Greek food, and Google and Wikipedia confirm it. Also, I learned that the “coleslaw made from cucumbers” stuff is properly known as tzatziki. Interesting.
As for the cooked carrots included in the entree, they were nicely seasoned, but a few resembled dirty, diseased, discolored little digits. I skipped those.
On my way back to my hall, I snapped two photos of an impressive snow-Batman (though it was sadly missing one of its pinecone eyeballs). It was pretty detailed, especially considering the quality of the medium (densely-packed, very wet snow). Check out those ripped abs! They look like ice cubes.
I wish I had abs like snow-Batman. Not the kind that melt away in direct sunlight, but the kind that impress the ladies. Perhaps I need to hit the gyro a little more.