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| - There is absolutely nothing great about The Great Greek with the exception that they greatly manage to fool a lot of Yelpers into thinking this is a four-and-a-half star average listing. "Eek! Methinks not."
If this is the best greek in the valley, then I should quit eating greek food right here and fucking now because it was "A-OK" at best. Add to the sum of the equation the shittiest service I have received anywhere in Twenty-Fifteen, and you've got yourself a one-star. Great job, Great Greek.
The night I went -- the last time I shall ever patronise this shit show -- it was packed. It might be always packed here. (People have no taste.) Now, I will never penalise a business for being too popular; however, I will deduct stars for how they handle their high amount of traffic.
Service
The ladies providing the table service were beyond rude. "Excuse me!" they would loudly shout every couple of minutes in the same way one would exclaim "Get the fuck out the way, asshole." The queue exists, and it only has a very small area where to exist, and those in it weren't even excessively occupying more square space than necessary. "Excuse me!"
On the other hand, the lovely, middle-aged lady behind the till was pleasant without exception the entire time we were there. She should get a raise if she is not already the owner. "Excuse me!"
The service aside from the cashier continued to earn itself the Worst In Show with one of the "Excuse Me!" ladies tossing the plates on our table and snatching the table number without asking if we needed anything else. Missing was the dessert, naturally -- "Excuse Me!" -- and my fucking salad.
Food
The food was alright. I had the Greek lamb burger because I am boring. The dessert might have been the greatest thing west of the goddamn Mississippi; however, I shall never know.
Just like The Great Greek will never know anything other than this one-star from Edwin P. from Las Vegas, Nevada, U.S.A. The yuppies with no taste and no sense of decent service can keep it. One star.
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