Pericles Greek Tavern

I’ve been studying Greek for a while now. In order to celebrate our final class for the year my Greek teacher Maria has organised a Greek night out for us. We are heading to Pericles Greek Tavern at Earlwood. I drive past this place every day and I’ve been meaning to go check it out. Looks like tonight is the night. My date for the evening is Tugcen.

When we arrive to Pericles Greek Tavern we manage to cause a scene in the tiny car park. Pericles Greek Tavern is next door to Metropolis - Greek CD shop. It’s a very tiny car park crammed to the bone. The carpark security guard who I swear has just got off the boat from Greece insists that I double park another 3 cars in. I couldn’t be bothered arguing with him because both Tugcen and I were starving. So I double park the cars in and we stroll into the tavern.

Pericles is a small intimate Greek Tavern. It has the feel of the taverns in Mykonos. The tavern is jam packed with people, Mezes being distributed around while a live band is playing music. WOW. I didn’t know this place actually had a band. That’s a bonus.

Tugcen and I greet my Greek teacher Maria before joining a table. I don’t know everyone here tonight because its not just my class coming. Maria has invited all the Greek classes she teaches. Tugcen and I join one of the tables and introduce ourselves to them. The minute we sit down we quickly dive into the Mezes. God were hungry. We would be willing to eat almost anything right now haha

Shot of the Small Greek Tavern

Below is the statue that I told Tugcen I was planning on running out of here with. The Greek wines in the background look hot! I wonder how many I can grab when I snatch the statue?




I think everyone at the table saw how hungry we were. They didn’t strike up a conversation until we had looked like we settled down with our hunger. We got to meet the crew on the table who seemed like a nice bunch of people. The two girls at our table were taking up Greek mainly because their boyfriends were Greek and then there was “Sahte Hasan”.

The instant we saw him we knew he was going into our nice but weird category. Sahte Hasan wasn’t studying Greek but only came for the food. Who could blame him, the food so far was awesome. Apparently he lives down the road but has never come here before. He only came tonight because his best friend was coming. His best friend belongs to one of the girls at our tables.

The crew on the table kept us entertained until the meat platters came out. By this stage Tugcen and I had filled up ourselves on all the mezes. We barely had any of the meat dishes even though it all looked very yummy. I must say this place has very nice food. Sahte Hasan picked on us for having a shish each only while half the platter went down his throat.

Meanwhile everyone at the table insisted we make a cute couple, hence we took a photo:

Tugcen & NV

People started throwing themselves onto the dance floor. Meanwhile my Greek teacher was trying to get us up as well but neither of us could be bothered climbing through the crowd. It was at this moment that I realised something. The woman sitting next to Tugcen was up dancing. It was strange enough that she was dancing by herself but there was something so wrong on so many levels.

I had to look several times when I turned around and asked Tugcen the question “ Do you think that woman in the green dress is wearing a bra?”. Next thing you know we were both having a laughing fit over it. We knew she wasn’t. there was no way she could be wearing a bra. The obsession with this woman increased when she sat down. I dared Tugcen to tap her on the shoulder and ask her if she is studying Greek. We eventually figured we have to get out of here before we obsess over this woman too much.

Braless Green Dress Woman

We hunted down my Greek teacher and thanked her for a wonderful night before leaving the tavern. It was still early and we couldn’t decide if we should head to the Hilton in the city or just go for coffee at Leichhardt. The sad cases we are we decided Leichhardt was more up our alley. To Leichhardt for coffee…