Keyed Up

Although my family’s restaurant is distinctly Italian, I, on the other hand, am Greek, as is a large part of my family. Together, we manage to fulfill numerous┬ástereotypes about Greek-Americans, one manicotti at a time. For years, I resisted my Greekness, trying to “fit in” with the Smiths and Walkers of the world, never quite… Continue reading Keyed Up