Uncle Stavro is half Irish (he's not Greek at all) and he despises stew. He loves veggies, but certain boiled veggies make him nauseous, so Irish stew isn't his favorite thing in the world.
He'd have loved to get totally blasted today, but his doctors won't let him. "F*cking cancer meds!", he always says. His love for bourbon and/or beer had to be given up to, you know, remain alive. Details, details.
It's not all bad, though. He lost dozens of pounds defeating Type 2 diabetes and after decades of neglect, just a daily walk and a few minutes of lifting handheld weights every now & again, the old guy can actually see his abs again. His abs are second only to great grandpa Augustine's - and he's a real monster.
Was there a point to all this? Oh yeah, that's it... "If you're going to drink heavily, be a good vampire like the rest of us and drink blood instead of beer. It's much healthier and you'll never get fat."
Words to live by.