“Certainly, Barnaby. Vanilla or mastic?”
Barnaby had heard of the mysterious “submarine”, or υποβρύχιο (“eepovrihio”), way back in Romania. It’s a centuries-old recipe, steeped in history and social ritual (apparently) – but basically a chilled version of candy floss. Take a spoonful of fondant, dip it in a glass of iced water, and then put it in your mouth. And repeat.
But he hadn’t actually seen one, or got a chance to try it, until he got to Greece. Once he’d arrived in Thessaloniki, he was excited to find that the ouzerís (just like a Hungarian wine bar is a borozó, a Greek ouzo bar is an ouzerí) still serve them! So he could sit at a table on the pavement with the old men, watching the world pass by while sucking sweet sticky stuff off a spoon. Bear heaven.