An Ode to Niko Niko's Potatoes
There are many things I love about Niko Niko's. I love their soft fluffy pita bread. I love their tender juicy souvlaki. I love their tzatziki - always creamy, never watery. I love their huge portions for low prices, although this is not quite so important now as it was in college. I love their staff shirts, which exhort patrons to "try my Greek honey balls." I love their Greek honey balls. But mostly I love their potatoes.
I can get a souvlaki sandwich anywhere, but those potatoes only come from Niko Niko's. I pity other patrons who get rice or fries with their meals, because the fools are missing the taste sensation. Neon yellow, buttery, slightly tangy, and paprika bespeckled, I dream about these potatoes when I am not in the Greater Houston area. And when I am in town I rush down to eat those potatoes until I can eat no more. I did this today. It was wonderful. The souvlaki was good too.
I can get a souvlaki sandwich anywhere, but those potatoes only come from Niko Niko's. I pity other patrons who get rice or fries with their meals, because the fools are missing the taste sensation. Neon yellow, buttery, slightly tangy, and paprika bespeckled, I dream about these potatoes when I am not in the Greater Houston area. And when I am in town I rush down to eat those potatoes until I can eat no more. I did this today. It was wonderful. The souvlaki was good too.