So we were out running a couple of errands, and we say the wooden sign — painted white with blue stenciled lettter: Greek Fest. We said, what the heck! It’s before noon. It opens at noon. How long could the lines be? We headed over to get some authentic Greek food cooked by the parishioners of the local Greek church. Here’s Greg, waiting in the line. Yes, it was considerably long, even though the place had just opened.
All the food is in a big tent. They have the gyros and soulaki along the back edge, and two identical buffet lines of other stuff on the opposite sides.
We finally got to the front of the line. It took 45 minutes, and we — and just about everybody else around us — just about blew a gasket.
In the end, we got gyro platters.
No. Not worth it. Thanks, but next time we’ll just head to Lefteris.
