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| - I'm surprised there are people on here, who think they're treated rudely and abruptly at the Golden Greek. What makes you think you're so special?! EVERYONE here is treated that way!
Food at the Golden Greek is something akin to what hospital patients in Athens would eat. While some of the food is really good (like the kebabs), some of it is unbelievably "alien" to what I'm used to: gyro meat like leather straps; all the Italian dishes insulting to even the rattiest Italian homeless man; and everything -- and I do mean 'everything' -- served with a side-vegetable dish of chickpeas, carrots and peas in tomato soup sauce (to be fair, the lemon soup is good as are the baklava, when they have them). Along with the chickpea-tomato soup veggies you'll get enough rice to send your blood sugar readings into the 500s after dinner.
The service ... well, what can we say about the service? Picture a Greek wedding where the bride and groom already hate each other before the ceremony's ended. The wait "staff" consists of a sister-brother-mother team. The brother doesn't do a whole lot of anything except scowl and mumble and, thankfully, spends most of his time outside ignoring your desperate pleas for more water to drown out the starchy rice stuck in your throat. The sister CAN be charming ... just like rattlesnakes don't HAVE to bite. Don't be surprised if your dinner is cooking a second time under the heat lamps while she holds a chit chat with elderly guests, who just flew in from "I have nothing better to do with my life than talk endlessly" Land. But the real workhorse in that place is Mom, a stocky, incredibly muscularly built woman with calves every man at the gym would die for, who cooks, cleans, and is the only one with a sense of humor ... she especially loves to laugh when you complain or drop something on the floor. And speaking of dropping something on the floor, DO enjoy the many screams and crashing plates you'll hear in the back of the restaurant from the three of them while you're trying to enjoy the bland food: think of it as ethnic entertainment straight from the Greek version of "Married With Children".
All in all reasonably decent food, but the yelling and attitude have more spice than the mousaka.
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