Feta Sucks: Stop Eating Feta, The Most Over-Used Cheese

AUTHORITARIAN FETA SUCKS

Feta sucks. Feta is the Saddam Hussein of cheese.

I mean, when feta pops up unexpectedly while you are enjoying your favorite Mediterranean foods, it’s totally fine. 

Feta is a downright sinister flavor when it invades and overwhelms the entirety of your favorite sandwich or salad.  

For those not so well-versed in foods where feta makes an appearance, the practice is similar to how Chipotle deals out Sour Cream. You order a taco with chicken, lettuce, and sour cream. They drop in 3 small chicken chunks, a forest of lettuce, and then create a lake of sour cream in the middle of it. Pure evil.

Chipotle has two gears when it comes to sour cream; no sour cream and the sour cream Sea of Galilee.

And even if you ask for light-sour cream, you are in for ladles of it. Chipotle has two gears when it comes to sour cream; no sour cream and the sour cream Sea of Galilee.

It is basically how I treated my childhood salads to Kraft Creamy Cucumber dressing. And that was mostly to see how much I could pour before my parents got pissed. I wasn’t planning on eating the salad anyway.

That is how the purveyors of feta purvey it to the masses.

gyro sign in a window
I LOVE GYROS MORE THAN YOU ( CREATIVE COMMONS – GREEN GYRO ON 9TH AVE” BY MORIZA)

And, BTW, I love Mediterranean foods, or at least the Mediterranean foods I find on the east coast. I’m sure some American bastardization is going on in my favorite gyros (also please, no lettuce). I am not an, if it’s not authentic, I don’t want it, kinda’ guy.

I CAN PRONOUNCE GYRO CORRECTLY, THAT’S HOW MUCH I LOVE THEM

Anyway, when I lived in New York and Philadelphia, it was relatively easy finding a Gyro spot I could trust. A place that prepares the sandwich with meat cut right from that gigantic-slowly spinning meat mound. I could witness the meat being extricated with a giant, almost machete-shaped knife and transferred to the grill.

i miss you south street souvlaki one of my favorite gyro spots in philadelphia
SOUTH STREET SOUVLAKI ON, WELL, SOUTH STREET PHILLY (GOOGLE STREET VIEW)

South Street Souvlaki was my spot on hot-summer Philly nights when I craved a quick gyro and didn’t want to lose my seat at the bar at Manny Browns (RIP). 

From my stool at the bar, I could watch the line’s ebb and flow and wait for the opportune time to sprint across the street to their order window facing South Street. Moments later, I would be holding a fantastic Gyro.

And South Street Souvlaki wasn’t Philly’s only magical Gyro spot. One place I loved sat just below the footprint of the ominous Eastern State PenitentiaryZorba’s Tavern had a super-enchanted Gyro. Perhaps it seems so magical to me now as it was a limited release item. Zobra only made them on certain days.

Not sure what they do now, but there would be a sign on the door that would list upcoming Gyro days if I remember correctly. If I missed Gyro-day, I would totally be kicking myself. I would have wasted long walks through streets of the charming Fairmount neighborhood that creeped me the hell out. Thanks, Sixth Sense movie.

NO MICROWAVES FOR MY GYRO

I have a penchant for picking dives that serve the saddest little Gyros in all of small-town America. I’m quite confident if I even visited Greece and ordered a Gyro, it would be followed by the sounds of a microwave opening and slamming shut. Beep, beep, beep; whirrrrrrrr.

I’ve made so many gyro ordering mistakes when my brain allowed that maybe the meat-mound was shy and just hiding behind a partition. I ordered the gyro and heard microwave cook-time buttons chirping. To hell with that.

Even in big cities, I have wound up at the most Greek-looking restaurants, décor-wise, and wound up with a monstrosity. Didn’t the exterior white and blue tiles mean this place was legit?

I ordered a gyro in a DC spot that met the criteria above. Then I was handed a goddam gyrorrito. Sparse meat hiding in a salad’s worth of iceberg lettuce all wrapped in a gigantic flour tortilla. “Here’s your lettuce, I mean, gyro, now scram.” And I unfurled it to spill out some of the shredded lettuce and discovered the feta in there crowding what was left. They ostensibly handed me cheese and lettuce wrapped in flour.

While I’m no expert on Greek food, I always understood that the Gyro wrap, aside from that delightful Tzatziki, was basically just a sandwich with lamb loaf, onions, and tomatoes. Feta sucks, why have it overcrowd these awesome food stuffs?!

Lamb loaf, onions, and tomatoes are three of my favorite edible things and most certainly three things atop my favorite things, period. When I slip the mortal coil and tumble into the black abyss of inexistence, these items will rank somewhere between Tacos and Gameboys.

OH, THAT MID-WEST FETA SUCKS

Nowadays, I am almost positive the feta I am being served is itself a bastard-Americanized version of the original. So I hope no one takes my criticism of the god-forsaken cheese I’ve endured as a critique of anyone’s ancestral production of it. My beef may just be with Wisconsin.

Caveat two would be that it may not just be Wisconsin, if at all. My beef could rest with the restaurants that heap feta on a salad the way child me heaped whipped cream on strawberry shortcake. Which was 10% strawberry shortcake and 150% whipped cream.  

Possibly a cheese speculator determined feta was the next it-cheese and thus amassed a massive surplus of the shit.

I feel like there must be a good reason for so much feta. Possibly a cheese speculator determined feta was the next it-cheese and thus amassed a massive surplus of the shit, and after figuring out his mistake unloaded the feta on the world. 

Or some ruthless terrorist organization determined to rule the world is crowding our favorite foods with mountains of pungency.

cobra commander would use feta to destroy us

Suppose there is a checkbox in your online order that includes feta. In this case, you are basically signing a waiver to endure all of the goddamn feta… 

BIG-BROTHER FETA SUCKS

If I had been Eric Arthur Blair, outside of writing Orwellian novels and being dead right now. I would have been warning against the overuse of feta cheese. 

Shit, anytime anyone wants to dip their toe in the waters of discussions on authoritarianism and is at best a half-wit such as myself, they bring up 1984. “I mean, we’re like totally living in 1984 right now, man… Pass me the bowl.”

“The bowl of Feta?”

“Like no dude, the bowl that helps with my critical thinking. It is totally 1984; Social Media is the thought police. You get your 2-minute hate on Twitter.” Scratching nuts and taking a hit off of the bowl, then letting out smoke, “I’m hungry, let’s get a Gyro.”

“No man, not feta, Orwell warned us about that too.”

“We’re totally living 1984 right now, dude,” is a phrase that’s absolutely coming up in modern-day “cyphers” and pot-circles. I can personally attest to the notion cropping up a few decades ago. Hell, “it’s totally 1984” could have been conjured in pot-circles for the last 3 to 6 decades and especially on the days when the year actually happened.

Yet, if Orwell had only warned us of the sinister-cheeses, our gall bladders would have, undoubtedly, thanked us.

DYSTOPIAN CHEESE

Orwell could have installed feta as a brief yet powerful device for admonishing future generations against over-cheesing their salads.

It could have happened early in the book when Winston is out to the “Golden Country” for his and Julia’s sex-picnic in the field of bluebells. 

big brother cheese 1984 feta
THEY HAD FETA IN AIRSTRIP ONE, RIGHT? (20TH CENTURY FOX)

Winston produces a wrapped handkerchief from his pocket to impress Julia. The rag hiding a diminutive mound of crumbled feta.

Julia slaps the shit out of him, “what the hell is this?!”

“it’s a bit of feta,” says Winston rubbing his cheek, “I thought we might enjoy it as we lay conjoined with each other.”

“Feta sucks!” Julia’s indigent now, “what the hell are we supposed to do with this insignificant lot of feta? Do you have one oyster cracker, you dumb ass, because that’s all your clever little mound of cheese is good for.”

“This is feta. Do you know how hard feta is to come by?”

“Well, what good is a Lebron James change purse worth of Feta cheese?!” Julia shouts; she’s irate. She’s thinking, good thing she’s discovered what an idiot Winston is before she’s wasted time and cigarettes on cultivating a sex-relationship with him. 

“Julia, I…” Winston stammers.

“Oooh, maybe we could just evaporate the pile, and each have a small breath of it?”

A child strolling nearby, hearing the commotion starts shouting for his mother, “it’s communists, again, Ma! They’re down in the sex-forest!” 

The next day, the newspapers read of pithy headlines, like “I Guess Anti-Sex League, Isn’t.” Before, the documents are incinerated years later by Winston’s replacement. A stalky fellow with noticeable Rhinopehyma named Rudolph.

PORTION CONTROL ME

I see the little containers of feta at my local grocer, and I feel like each should be labeled as “one sandwich’s worth of feta.” That’s how the restaurants and delicatessens treat the shit.

you order a salad and ask for feta and they give you ice cream coops of feta
THE NORMAL FETA TO SALAD RATIO (GRAPHIC, CREATIVE COMMONS “SALAD WITH FETA BY SHOSHANAH)

So maybe it’s not entirely feta’s fault. Perhaps the responsibility lies in some unspoken rule that when you order something with feta, the preparer cannot resist unleashing, goddamn, all of the feta on your salad.

And I’m no cheese- curmudgeon, I love cheese, I love Pizza, I love cheesecake. If you want proof, I enjoy cheese way too much; all you have to look for is what I don’t have. I haven’t had a gall bladder for, like, five years over my romancing Romano and ricotta and whiz et al.

WHAT WAKING UP WITHOUT A BLADDER LOOKS LIKE

Christmas Eve’s of my youth were, figuratively, overflowing with strange cheeses. My parents would unwrap a spread of crusty bread chunks and fondue.

Cheese clings almost invariably to all of my fondest memories.

I’m not here to bury feta; outside of saying that feta sucks… I really just want all of you to stop putting so much of it on my gyro.

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