Like many of my generation, I was raised to eat everything on my plate, compelled to sit and stare at congealing masses of unwanted food until I mastered my gag reflex and got it down. While this training means that I at least taste and swallow virtually everything, there are still some foods I pass on. High on my list is lamb's head. So when I spotted a few in the display case at Stamatis, I had the same reaction as when I've seen them staring blankly from rotisseries in Athens—uh-uh and move on. They faded from my consciousness as I enjoyed the taverna-like surroundings. With my lunch bunch anything beyond white-meat chicken is a culinary challenge, so there'd be no heads turning... More >>>