On 06/06/2011 11:12 AM, Jerry Avins wrote:

> I traveled around Greece by car, often stopping to eat in restaurants
> where I had no common language with anybody. We were usually invited
> into the kitchen to lift the covers from pots and choose by pointing.

I ordered like that once in a Greek restaurant in Toronto in the mid
60s. I was visiting my aunt and spend a day helping my cousin on his
milk delivery route. We stopped for lunch at a place. I don't remember
the name or exact location but it was kind of a grubby looking place on
the second floor of a building.We went back to the kitchen and pointed
to what we wanted.