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The only tree within
100 yards of this place is a urine-soaked, dog-fertilized, scraggly,
barren thing that looks as if it was thrust into the pavement like
a giant toothpick by some gap-toothed Gorgon. It's not as if anybody
expects an oasis here on 9th Avenue, but it just struck me as funny
that this Mediterranean joint tries to put on such a sunny facade.
Unfortunately, once inside, it's apparent that this is just another
dreary, narrow Hell's Kitchen space with poor lighting, crowded tables
and a rusty ceiling. Also, like many of the restaurants in the neighborhood,
the joint is staffed by only a couple employees, who are--how do I
put this--less than swift. The food itself is a mixture of Middle
Eastern and Greek, featuring your typical falafel, shish kebab, moussaka,
etc. The chicken is relatively tasty and plentiful. The humus is nothing
to write home about, but it's serviceable and goes well with the pita
and everything else--and at these prices, we consider it a bargain.
[MF]
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