After passing by the place numerous times in the past, I finally made it in to Mr. Gyros in Greenwood.
Once inside, the workers welcomed me with warmth, as if I was a regular. Seriously: Are these not the nicest people in the world? They’re all smiles, suggestions, and pleasantries.
The menu’s predictable, with gyros, falafel, shawarma, and kabobs available solo or plated with hummus or baba, rice, Greek salad, and pita. I went for the namesake dish, as I like to watch the shaving of the meat (in this case, lamb) off the vertical spit. There was a good balance of meat with the other ingredients (tomato, onion, lettuce, tzatziki sauce) in the pita. And it’s definitely a garlicky experience. It was the same for the falafel sandwich, which my partner enjoyed when she arrived. We shared an order of fries (nothing special) and helped ourselves to some of the free tea for a quick and inexpensive meal.
We plan to enjoy a similar meal toward the end of our time in Europe, specifically at L’As du Fallafel in Paris. Before that will be many richer meals throughout Belgium as well as the City of Lights. I can only hope everyone will be as friendly as the guys at Mr. Gyros. I’m flying out today, and while I’ll try to post a virtual “postcard” or two while abroad, I’ll certainly file a fuller report sometime after my return.
City of Light, Jay, not Lights (that would be Las Vegas). Light for enlightenment, Light for its long, clear mid-summer evenings.
Merci, sir. Right in my mind, wrong in my typing.