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| - I've been to Spiros multiple times the first experience was during their dinner time rush, and the seating was inconsequently located near the door (during winter= drafts).
For some odd reason when I think of Greek food, the film "My big fat Greek Wedding" instantly comes to mind with dancing Yorba's, Tacky décor from the early 90's and plenty of foe plants and grape vines on the wall. Comically Spiros has all those stereotypes.
The family owned and run establishment includes daughters, nieces, granddaughters and cousins serving the patrons their dishes, meanwhile the head of the family dealt with the kitchen staff.... it felt like I was in a bad comedy. Any moment the cameras would appear... but no just my highly anticipated Chicken Parmigiana and Home made Greek style Caesar salad instead. That I might add was delicious...I returned the plate empty (a compliment to the staff and traditional family recipe) the downside of coarse was waiting for the actual meal to arrive!
The busy flow of hungry people. And not having a fork proved to be challenging to get a waitress' attention. Finally I walked to the kitchen (disrupting there flow) and got myself a fork. Only to notice my waitress was getting yelled at for not "doing her job". It was brutal and guilt seemed to slip in... I couldn't help but feel blamed in some way for this confrontation.
After a month I came again, because not all first impression are correct. Heck I've been known to flub and later prove I'm worthy of my job or being apart of something... Anywho I got the same waitress, it appears I made an impression on her, that or she's got an incredible memory.. Anywho I ordered the same thing.
I always search the menu then order that same thing meal, this time the waiting was cut in 1/2 and my meal was delicious, had the same consistency in flavour. I was impressed. However that was the 1 and only time I had great service. Since then I ONLY order out or do take way. Because the first impression was/ is what the place is like 24/7. Except on freak days. I might also add the parking is ridiculous... good luck finding a spot.
Unfortunately now that I have been diagnosed with Celiac s disease my choices have been limited.
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