Do you remember the first time you ate souvlaki? I mean authentic souvlaki? You strolled down the narrow cobbled street under a canopy of bougainvillea, winding your way between colorful buildings. Architectural footprints left by previous civilizations cast shadows all around. The scent of gardenias wafted through the air as you took a seat at an outdoor taverna, the background buzzing with a quiet hum of chatting diners. You were at the Plaka, nestled at the foot of the slope upon which the proud and glorious Acropolis stood. You thought you were in heaven. So many years ago, yet you remember it as if it were yesterday. As luck would…