So this sign in the window of Mon Cheri Cafe in Georgetown advertises gyros, with a little pronunciation guide underneath saying ‘Yee-ros.’ But when I went in for lunch once and asked for a ‘YEE-RO,’ the guy said “Ok, one ‘JAI-ROW’ coming up!”

Help me. I am so confused.

Mon Cheri Cafe, by the way, while not much for dine-in ambience, does a lovely gyro, heaped with stuff, all for really cheap (well, cheap for Georgetown, anyway). The Greek salad is decent, too, and they’re pretty fast.

This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs

Paulo Ordoveza

Roving Asian mendicant, can occasionally be seen wandering the streets of downtown Washington, muttering unintelligible gibberish to passers-by while pushing a “bag lady” shopping cart full of old blankets, American flags, soda cans, and healthy secondhand snacks from organic food shop dumpsters. Used to live in a cardboard box at 16th and K but the rent was too expensive.