It was not the first choice, Trangs was, and it, like all my other first choices was closed. The curse strikes again! Since none of us are particularly used to driving in West End, I'm a car license-less hobo for those of you not aware, although I do own a car. It was a bit hectic navigating from work to West End, we ended up travelling along the M1, along Vulture Street and to my erratic memory, "that street that goes all the way up to West End past South Bank and Brisbane State High."
I was getting yelled at the entire way because one of the girls at work S, had given me some very fragrant garam masala and fenugreek seeds for a planned butter chicken later on. V., who drive us there, was frantically cranking up her air con powered air freshener to chase out the smell but just succeeded in spreading it around more. To this day, she still grizzles at me about it, like I regularly carry around freshly ground spices.
Minus the thumb and people, this looks a lot like the picture on their website |
This is their Greek salad. I'm not sure if V., would've still ordered one if she knew that everything seemed to come with a Greek salad. I didn't particularly like it, the feta was very strange, it was in huge chunks and very thinly sliced. There was also a weird off putting smell with it, like when forget about feta in the fridge and it gets that really gym sock like smell. It tasted very strong. The olives were very good, and the tomatoes were as well. I didn't really care for the peppers though, I think we just threw them off to one side.
Bleh |
The pita bread was okay. I remember thinking we should've gone with the bread on the day but for the life of me I can't remember why. I think I was also disappointed with how little we got considering it was extra for the pita bread instead of the complimentary bread. Or maybe that's how it seems when four other people are tearing at your pita bread. It was actually soft and easy to tear considering its golden brown shade.
Taramasalataaaaa |
The barbecued octopus was a bit rubbery. That's all I have to say about it. It doesn't look particularly appetising either.
Not a fan. |
I chose garlic prawns, I don't know why since I don't like prawns. I just felt like seafood that day and had no idea why. These prawns were very good though, take one look at them and see. They had that bright pink translucency that perfectly cooked prawns have, they popped nicely in your mouth once bitten, were deliciously juicy and covered in a garlicky sauce. That sauce was overly rich by my standards, very garlicky and buttery in an almost oddly cheesy/creamy sort of fashion. I didn't eat my Greek salad, my Boyfriend ate the vegetables ignoring the feta and the pepper.
Delicious garlic breath |
Average |
Little Greek Taverna
Atmosphere: 9. I really liked the atmosphere, it was a lovely afternoon. There were large groups everywhere, and we were seated outside in a cool breezy spot. You could tell every other person there was a local who frequented the restaurant all the time from the greetings to other patrons and staff.
Service: 9. Probably the best service I've ever had. The waitress was attentive, friendly, could offer recommendations, got us water instantly, asked about when we wanted our entrees, they went around checking if we were okay 2-3 times during the meal and cleared the table rapidly.
Food: 4. I liked the taramasalata and the garlic prawns and that was it.
I feel like I'm going to get slammed for this review but I liked everything about Little Greek Taverna but the actual food. I've already been hassled at work already when I disagreed with someone's plans to go to Little Greek Taverna, with the person in question stating I was too picky and that they had always had good food there.
I would go here again, but I don't know if I would eat anything.
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