The Big K, who uses a hockey analogy for almost everything, likens this restaurant to an old hockey player who just doesn't know when to retire: the restaurants "plays" efficiently and tries hard to deliver but can't hide its age. Food was standard and consistent: fresh Greek salad with generous serving of feta, moussaka and tender pork and beef souvlaki. Decor is dated, tired and worn.
Although the restaurant was one quarter full, our party of four had the misfortune to be seated next to a table occupied by a dieting model and her date. The model, in calorie conservation mode, took bites of her food and then spit them back onto her plate. It was kind of a mood breaker and obviously not something that the restaurant had control over. Other tables were occupied by families with impeccably behaved children who had passed Etiquette 101 and knew that dining out should be a delightful experience not only for yourself but for guests seated around you