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| - A very dear friend of mine gave this place an excellent review so we decided to check it out. We had a very sour start to our dining experience since we appeared in an appropriate time, when lunch was coming to its logical end and dinner has not started yet. As our very frustrated and angry waiter explained the merge from lunch to dinner involves all kinds of changes and shenanigans such as change of menus, prices, taking out the window for dramatic "in the street" dining experience, maybe even carriage turns into a pumpkin, who knows.
And we, suckers, landed in this grey undefined zone - 1545- and our Greek was very mad about it.
I was very tempted to explain to him that sometimes life just happens to happen in the grey zone, like you are starving at 1545, and that restaurants are supposed to serve customers, and not the other way around, but he was beyond himself throwing menus at us, and rushing us to order before magical 4 pm.
The ordering process was simply ugly. He literally yelled at one of my friends who said Apollo chicken in the NASA kinda way, and he corrected him: "Titles please! It's 'Apollo, not Apollo".
We were simply scared to object. He was all accent, muscles and attitude. He could totally mess up my cerebral friends who wanted some fancy lemon chicken with a spaceship name.
Why 3 stars? Well besides the Hitler of the waiter, food was good. I mean lemon chicken was fantastic. Hummus was beyond average - tasteless and watery.
And gyro meat...well, I don't know maybe I just do not have an ejection fraction to handle it. It was dry, fatty and immediately threw me in sodium coma aka CHF exacerbation.
Salads were prepared in the orphanage kind of fashion - scarce lettuce, 1/5 of a slice of the cucumber and white onions; yogurt sauce was super spicy which I am not sure it's supposed to be like this.
In the middle of the dinner he gave us up, just like kids for adoption, to another server, explaining to us again all the intricate mechanism of the lunch-dinner switch. We realized that we trespassed the sacred dinner zone and nervously looked around - restaurant was just as empty as before. Our Terminator left us to take out the window obviously relieved by not having to deal with us anymore. And very nice quiet lady kept refilling out glasses trying to fix what was already broken - our dining experience.
We left her a very good tip just to piss our aggressor off and left very promptly. After all he is a very mad Greek.
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