“This is like a gay anarchist burger place,” Guille pointed to the rustic yellow cafe around us. We were planning to walk ourselves around in circles to find a place to eat, but the poster-platter restaurant immediately met all our needs.
“Leave COVID-19 at the door” adorned the glass door to enter. Under it was “homophobia and racism”. Our group of 5 were convinced it was the right place for us. When I saw the menu had jerk chicken sandwiches and pulled pork burgers, I was even more convinced.
While I was taking my order, the speakers were blaring trap in lanaguages I didn't understand. I gazed at all the upcoming performances advertised around the room, diy-style seating, and west coast font making the place an underground paradise.
After practicing some of my Greek with the waiter, I couldn't help but ask if there was a Hip-Hop scene in Athens. The environment of the place made me already know the clear answer. Dimitri and Tasos immediately opened up about the different Genres and artists to check out. Which styles of Greek rap are authentic and which ones I should just leave in an unlistened playlist. Tasos told me about someone else who worked at Tarantino who was really into the Hip-Hop scene that I could ask more questions to and get more information about.
But it was a start. I had found a restaurant with an unmatched vibe. I had put myself out there to get information I really wanted. And I found some people willing to take my annoying questions with open arms.
Next time I encounter a gay anarchist anything, I’ll definitely get myself as close to it as possible.