Things I liked about the restaurant:
1. Definitely qualifies as a "hole in the wall"---this means it has a gritty authenticity to it, where the message is, "Our food is so good, we don't have to care what decorates the walls or if all of the tables and chairs match, or if we get the floor swept everyday, or not. In fact, it's so good, we can have two televisions, that's right, two, facing us behind the counter at all times so we can stay up to date with the Greek shows. In fact, while we're taking your order and ringing it up, we'll probably keep right on watching our Greek television shows. Don't worry, you'll get your food." I like this very much.
2. Because of the television watching during the order taking, they brought us two orders of baklava instead of the one we ordered. And they were delicious.
3. Real Greek people working (a family-including one very bored adolescent boy and one slightly less bored teenage boy) with accents so thick you can barely understand them.
4. The patriarch of the family is the cook. And don't expect him to smile at you, either.
5. The food was very good.
Things I didn't like:
1. The small hair (that I chose to believe was a arm hair) I found on the edge of my hommos.
2. The second small hair (another arm hair) I spotted on my lettuce once I was finished with my meal.
I chose to believe Gabe when he told me not to worry because my stomach acid would destroy any hairs that I didn't see before eating. This allowed me to eat my meal, but until I fell asleep last night I definitely felt like there was a hair stuck on the back of my throat. There wasn't, it was all in my head, but I could have sworn it was real. I woke up alive this morning, so it seems I'm no worse for the wear.
