(Ladybird joins the clean-plate club)
The Greek Fest doesn’t have a patch on the Kosher Fest. The food’s alright, I guess, though not all that exciting. I’ve had better gyros at that weird little we-serve-everything place in Crown Center. The salad was one of the more dreary Greek salads I’ve ever had the displeasure of eating with browning lettuce and what, to my palate, was a pretty insipid feta.
There were definite highlights, though. The tiropita and spanakopita were quite good and the dolma was one of the best I’ve ever had.
I forgot to get a pic of the plate before I started since I’d skipped breakfast and was eager to dig in, but we were able to show some restraint before decimating the dessert box.
The worst part of the experience: the music. It’s shrill, way too loud and nearly inescapable. It was absolutely impossible to hold a conversation in the dining tent.
Best part? The kok was good, but the real winner of the day was the coconut baklava.
If I go back next year, I’ll just swing by and pick up some dolmas and a couple of takeout containers filled with desserts.