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Hercules would walk out of Gali's with a full belly.
Gali's also sells pizza, hoagies, spaghetti, and the like for the unadventurous, but why order Italian or American when Gali's offers one Titan of a gyro?
I ordered four of these Gegenees thinking that two wouldn't be enough to feed my tribe. I barely surpassed one. The meat is so plentiful, the soft, fresh pita bread could barely contain it all. The tzatziki sauce was sweeter than Aphrodite, and the onions, tomatoes, and lettuce tasted as if they were harvested by Demeter herself. These were Thessaloniki gyros, meaning they were mammoths.
Mom's birthday is due soon, so I ordered for her a Special Greek Platter which includes grape leaves, the best spanakopita I have ever tasted (she let me sample a corner of this phlaky phyllo phantasy pie), fried meatballs (lamb? pork? who cares? tasty!), feta cheese, tomato slices, olives, pita bread, that tzatziki cream, and a supremely smooth, nutty hummus.
She's now readjusting her will.
The Appetizer Platter has the meatballs, tzatziki sauce, and fried zucchini (cut properly into long strips), onion rings, more shaved lamb, and calamari so divine, it could have come from Pontos.
Gali's is proof that Pittsburgh's southern suburbs are not Tartarus.
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