Mar 7, 200812:45 PMThe Life

When in Rome, or Rancho Mirage

I'm of the mindset that when an opportunity arises you may not have a chance to partake in again you jump on it. So, yes I joined the belly dancers.

As assistant editor Kip wrote in his earlier blog entry, we were invited to a mixer last night at The Dancing Greek restaurant in Rancho Mirage. I think he may have mentioned something about the belly dancers.

While they make the art form look so easy, it's NOT I assure you. On stage with the ladies for maybe a minute was long enough for me. Not that I wasn't having fun. The dancers' energy was so intense and inviting that for a moment I too felt like one of these goddesses, then the side cramp started. I snapped back to reality and went back to my comfort zone -- the dinner table.

We were served homemade dishes that were truly delicious. I've always enjoyed Greek food, with the exception of hummus. This visit turned me around though. A chickpea spread infused with lemon and garlic, their hummus was not the bland appetizer I remember. It was smooth and flavorful. The pita was hot and fresh, the Spanakopita crisp and flaky and the Greek salad zesty.

The Dancing Greek is one of those restaurants I've driven by dozens of times, always thinking I want to check it out but never finding the time. After this experience I will make the time to get back. I can't wait to try their Dolmathes, grape leaves stuffed with ground beef and rice.

The dancers perform Fridays and Saturdays. Visit The Dancing Greek for more info.