Zied and I agreed that a rainy, late Saturday morning would be best spent brunching somewhere populated by locals. The internet suggested Voula's Offshore Café, so we climbed into our '85 Nissan truck and google mapped our way to the U. District. Stalling at each stop sign and red traffic light, we slowly bumbled along amidst the sleek cars made in this and the previous decade, until we reached our gastronomical destination. Voula's is a Greek diner that bustles with friendly locals, serving, ordering, and delighting in comfort food and coffee. Nestled under the I-5 Bridge, the location seems less than ideal, but a colorful mural naively depicts the surrounding neighborhood and makes it seem just perfect. Zied and I sat at the bar watching the hashbrowns brown, and the bacon sizzle, while our appetites were simultaneously aroused, and satisfied. We both remarked on this, agreeing that the air was full of food vapors. Zied sipped his coffee, and I, my ice water, and we gl