One of my favorite Aesop fables is The Tortoise and the Hare. In this classic fable ingenuity triumphs over brash. The tortoise, who moves very slowly, outwits the cocky hare. The tortoise participates in the race the old-fashioned way. One step at a time. And very slowly at that.
But the hare is different. His impudent ways don’t bring success. But rather his errant ways prepare for his downfall.
We all know the lesson: slow and steady wins the race. Or as the tortoise proclaims to the hare: “Plodding wins the race.”
When it comes to getting things done it’s not our confidence that should help us break through the tape. But rather isn’t it the ability to take the seeable step; rather than the unforeseen steps down the road?
Perhaps this is the same reason why the the infamous cocktail “the old fashioned” is championed as the top cocktail. Novelist Kingsley Amis called it “the only cocktail really to rival the martini and its variants.”
Here at Fooducopia, we pride ourselves on providing good honest food in Wash Park. And to achieve that we follow this mantra—we make our food to be delicious not fast.
Join us for dinner tonight. We look forward to seeing you.
I remember the pose so vividly as if I took the photo yesterday. There he was standing with his hands shoulder-high making the peace sign. I laughed when I took this picture as a young teenager, but reflecting on it now I realize there is so much more in this picture of my dad. The image echoes the words of Nikos Kazantzakis “I felt once more how simple and frugal a thing is happiness: a glass of wine, a roast chestnut, a wretched little brazier, the sound of the sea. Nothing else.”
My family and I had just spent the day visiting my father’s village in the southern part of Greece. The sun-drenched western part of Greece is home to some of the most beautiful beaches. This particular place is where he had many fond childhood memories. He and his siblings would run and splash in the water at this very beach.
Now many years later, there he was standing with his tousled grey and white speckled hair, thick Greek moustache that secretly hid his upper lip, and a twinkle in his eye that told me he was at peace with himself.
In the photo the bright engine red cafe chairs decorate the background and remind me of the wonderful smells that drifted to the beach from the taverna.
My dad loved food. And I know he would love Fooducopia. He wasn’t looking for fancy stuff on his plate. He wanted genuine. That is what he taught his children. A simple whitewashed stone restaurant made him content. More than any five stars. He would rather just look up in the sky to see them.
Hello Fooducopia Fathers! It’s your weekend! So be sure to celebrate. Finding the right meaningful Father’s Day gift is easy. Father’s Day dinner with dad featuring good honest food will surely fill his stomach, but on top of that it will fill his heart.
Time well spent
Spending time with your dad far outmeasures any store bought gift—it creates wonderful memories. And that has no price tag. So why not celebrate with a Father’s Day dinner at Wash Park restaurant Fooducopia.
Father’s Day Best
Here at Fooducopia, we are passionate about quality ingredients. Sourcing from small, local food entrepreneurs is the key to providing healthy, delicious food for your Father’s Day dinner with dad.
Please make your Father’s Day dinner reservations here. We look forward to seeing you for dinner and creating the best memories with your dad. Because those memories are truly priceless.
Cities all across America have a heavy heart. They are hurting for the senseless loss of George Floyd. Heavy for what is being shown on television sets. Heavy for all of those who have suffered. These last few months our fortitude has been tested like no other. But I believe we are each other’s pillars. COVID 19 forced us to lockdown to keep our neighbor safe. Now we must put one foot in front of the other and love our neighbor. All people—young, old, white, black—must love their neighbor as they love themselves. Why? Because it is the only weapon we have to drive out hate. Helen Keller—who never walked by sight—tells us: “I would rather walk with a friend in the dark, than alone in the light.”