We found the place by Zen navigation so I expected it to be perfect. My cohort wasn't as stoked but still leaning toward a great night. We nabbed an older couple to ask where we could find some Greek food since we had a craving quickly moving into Jonesing territory and didn't want to do any "settling" on this day.
Luckily our navigation technique landed us in the general vicinity of Bell and 83rd Ave and these kind folks recommended Mike's. It was like magic! (I may have heard angels once or twice) I found the chicken I've been searching for since my unforgettable Sicilian chicken encounter at a religious festival in Omaha years ago! My taste buds have come home again! They are still slightly confused as to why we couldn't just sleep there, but the kind waiter was able to create a diversion with a care package for my taste buds with some baklava, known to tame even the most unruly beasts who are especially well known for their penchant for finding good filo dough. And now we're all happy.