Pretty good Greek food in a spot you'd never expect. Gryro's House is super tiny. And it's filled with only a few tables. The two guys at the counter had to of been brothers, as they seemed to be bickering in another language (Greek?) but in a good natured way.
It somehow added to the experience and enabled me to pretend I wasn't living in Arizona through a sweltering 115 degree summer- instead, I was dining in a little restaurant in Greece. That fantasy lasted until a lady busted through the door with visible sweat stains under her arms and on her stomach, demanding that her lamb gyro be covered in ranch sauce.
Ahhh Arizona.