I love Greek food. So when me and hubs had the chance to go out to dinner alone we seriously pondered which cuisine we had a panging for, Greek won and we decided on Socrates. Certainly not the prettiest establishment on the block, but sometimes you get the best food from tatty looking places.
Although the restaurant was empty, it took a while for the waiter to come over to take our orders. I must point out, he was a lovely, lovely man and very endearing. We ordered our starters and meals and anxiously waited to tuck in. Slowly other folks started to trickle in, which made us feel confident that it was a good place, given the numerous options immediately surrounding it on Northenden. Oddly, it seemed people that came in after us were getting served before us. We chalked it up to the fact that ours was getting special attention in the kitchen.
The starters of tahini & pita and the fried feta came out. I've never had fried feta before and imagined it would be glorious. Guess what? It tastes just like it sounds....hot feta. Super salty, same consistency of unfried feta, just hotter and not very nice. The tahini was fine.
For the mains, I had the lamb kabob and hubs had Greek sausages (forget what they are called). The lamb kabob (insert heavy sigh). It was way over cooked, and strangely didn't taste of anything yet still tasted not very good, if that makes sense. I almost took hubby's eye out after trying to slide a piece off the stick with my fork, and it was as if it was stuck with glue..finally giving way and flying across the table into my darlings baby blues. There was rice and a giant pile of shredded lettuce along with some raw veg (I have no problem with raw veg at all so that was one part of the meal I enjoyed). Very bland though, and hubs grumbled that his was not nice either.
The highlight of the night was the lovely waiter. I wish all serving staff had his warm, friendly and charming personality. It almost made up for the sub-par food. Almost. read more