My first trip to Greece was memorable for a host of reasons, but mostly I came home with fond memories (and a grumbling stomach) for the food. At one posh restaurant, the waiters continued plying us with spirits and plates and bowls until I thought I would burst, and yet I kept eating and drinking because it tasted so good. It helped, of course, that I was planted in a dining chair that was both comfy (so I didn't feel like moving) and slim (so lots of us fit around the table).
