Um grego, por favor. Capricha no molho.
“You want fries inside?” Dimitri asks, wiping his hands on a stained apron. Greek Subs For Avenida Brasil
Inside, Dimitri tosses oregano and olive oil over sizzling pork. His grandfather fled Athens in the ‘60s, landed in Leopoldina, and opened this spot because a submarine sandwich was the only thing that felt like home. Now, third-generation cariocas line up for pita grega — warm, soft bread stuffed with seasoned lamb, tangy tzatziki, tomatoes, and a kick of malagueta pepper. Um grego, por favor