There ought to be a law prohibiting Greek restaurants from going corporate. I expect my Greek restaurants to be family owned and run by ugly, hairy, overweight Greeks (this includes the men and the women). In fact, the uglier the better, as I suspect there is an inverse relationship between the quality of Greek food and "looks" of the restauranteur. Wasn't there a movie about fat Greeks who owned a diner.... wait... I need to grab some Windex I'm getting a pimple.
Anyway, Daphne's proves my point. I was in the mood for meat, bread and french fries and Daphne's was nearby. I would call my gyro a "styro-gyro". The meat was cold and tasteless and had been carved hours earlier. The pita bread reminded me of an old sun rotted Frisbee that sat on the side of the house all summer. It crumbled into pieces. The french fries were hot, but I could taste the frozen bag they came in. The only high point is that they offer this really tasty diet Soba grapefruit flavored drink at their soda fountain. That was one tasty diet drink. Oopah!