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| - Do you remember your first kiss? I know I do. It was many years ago but I can see it as if it was yesterday.
I was a little scared, a lot excited, and I wasn't exactly sure what to expect, but I closed my eyes, opened my mouth, and hoped it wouldn't be too messy.
That's pretty much how I felt today, at the Pita Cafe.
I went for my morning coffee at the Starbucks on Pinnacle Peak / Scottsdale Road and to my delight, a new Greek cafe had opened where the outrageously expensive Italian place used to be.
I love Greek food, especially good gyros, but it just didn't make sense that a Greek restaurant would open so close to my house. I mean, what did I do to deserve this? How could I be so lucky?
I marched inside, talked to the nice girl at the front who said they'd only been open a week, got a menu, got my coffee, and headed home to tell my wife the good news.
This evening, armed only with hope and about twenty bucks, I called in and ordered a gyro platter with french fries as well as a gyro w/ a Greek salad.
John (as I'd later learn he was named) said it would be 10 minutes and he was exactly right.
There was an annoying couple in front of me who took FOREVER reading the menu and debating the merits of different dishes. I wanted to kill them.
"Oh, Honey! Schwarma! Like in the Avengers movie! Should we get that?"
No, you should move out of the way so I can pay and take my food home to my starving wife.
They didn't though, but John (as I'd very soon learn he was named) asked me if I'd called ahead or wanted to order.
I identified myself and it turned out my food was waiting.
Since the annoying, babbling, debating couple was still in the way, John (who in maybe 30 seconds would introduce himself to me) whipped out this cool iPhone credit card swiper and handed me his phone to sign.
I signed away, he handed me my food, and then...
Then, he introduced himself (See? Told you. John. Booyah.) and said he hoped I enjoyed my food.
I did. It was really tasty. The pita bread was soft, not hard and stale, the meat was tender and moist, the Tatziki sauce was tart, the french fries were seasoned and hot, and the salad was fresh.
My wife and I thoroughly enjoyed the meal and almost couldn't finish it. The portions were sufficient without being overwhelming (I'm looking at YOU, Maggiano's) and I'm excited to try more of their dishes.
If I had any criticism it would be that they allow annoying, food debating couples to hold up lines, but hey, they're new, live and learn, right?
So, in conclusion, eat here, support John and the nice girl whose name I would have gotten if it hadn't been for that annoying couple, and enjoy solid Greek fare in a comfortable and clean atmosphere.
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