Today I ate at the famous Vesta Lunch, a greasy spoon with a counter and twirly stools just as in 1963 when I think it was founded. Alas their hot beef sandwich is not the hot beef sandwich I'd have wished; should probably stick to the souvlaki for which it's famous. Why, I don't know, because Mr and Mrs Proprietor, terribly friendly people, speak Spanish to each other. But I've wanted a souvlaki place to replace the long-gone Tasty's, whose cook was Tamil.
And in the course of my wanderings ran across three daycare parents plus offspring, which is something of a record.
