"Good to know." Tommy replied with a grin as he bent to steal one last kiss before moving to his own seat, reaching for the platter of lamb and serving some onto her plate. "But I'll fight ya for the lamb," he added teasingly, "it's my dad's recipe, and I've been battling a nasty addiction my whole life."

After the lamb, he pointed out another dish on the table. "Dolmas are right there in front of ya, you wanna try that with the cucumber dressing. That's the white stuff...the lamb with some humus? Trust me, it's really good stuff."