Opa!!

Last Saturday, Brad, me, our friend Ashley, Brad's friend Betsy from New Jersey, and John went out to eat at a Greek place called Bacchanal. John had been before; Brad wanted someplace cool to take Betsy, so off we went!

I knew we were in for fun when I made the reservation. It's hard to type in Greek excitement, but imagine it while hearing, "Ok!! Christin!! Five People!! See you at 8!!! Bye-Bye!!"

We were taken to our table by the owner who seemed so happy we were there. Was it beautiful? No. But it was authentic. You could say. Christmas lights. Photos of Athens. Definitely a family-owned feel. And this was the band:

The ONLY time I may have seen the drummer in back start to crack a smile was when he caught me taking his picture. The rest of the time, he sat leaning against the wall looking a little like a member of the mob. Drinking. They were awesome.
We started our meal off with flaming cheese:
Then salads, mousaka, veal, and chicken. The food was good, but it wasn't the main event. Here's the owner:


I swear he loved his job, and it showed. He was up there dancing with everyone. And then Laura, the belly dancer, arrived. The owner kept saying "oh sexy, so sexy. Maybe too sexy." She really was great, and John had a blast when she came up to dance with him.
Gotta love it. After the belly dancing and the regular dancing came the plate breaking. For $2, you can buy a plate just to break. We each got two. Kind of silly, but we loved it. Especially saying "Opa!!" as we threw them on the ground. In one of these pictures, you can see my "Opa" hand in the air right after I threw down!



It's definitely a place to go when you have some time on your hands, but all two and a half hours was amazing. Opa!!