Chaos on the Acropolis

Ever eat at a restaurant that was so dysfunctional, you wonder how they stay open? My wife and I decided to grab a bite after going to see a show, and not far from the theater saw this little Greek restaurant that she'd never been to, and I hadn't visited in years. I soon realized why. The waiter (one of three running around crazy with dirty aprons and clothes) handed us a handmade menu. He apologized that there was only one. We looked around at the twenty-odd tables and saw another table that was waiting for us to finish reading ours. Twenty tables, maybe fifty seats, only half of them full, some of them already eating, and they didn't have enough menus for the ten people who hadn't ordered yet!

We just wanted a bite, and my wife wanted a gyro sandwich (this being a Greek restaurant). They just didn't have one on the menu. So we asked if they could make one. They said they could give us a gyro platter, which had all the ingredients of the sandwich, but they couldn't make the sandwich - my wife could make it herself. OK, fine. I ordered spinach pie, which came with a salad, rice and "a vegetable blend".

Suffice it to say that the food was alright, not great. The "vegetable blend" was a nasty combination of green beans and vinegar. My wife made her gyro and ate it.

Then it came time to pay. There was no check - I met my waiter at the register and he rang up my credit card, then he asked me if I wanted to leave a tip on the card! For him!