"This old-school Greek restaurant has been going strong since the ‘60s and operates as a sort of pseudo-foster programme for sad Londoners who want to pretend they’re in Rhodes. Heartily stuffed dolmades are passed across tables, Yannis Markopoulos songs blare from the speakers, and any pungent garlic breath from the truly Greek-style tzatziki is dutifully ignored. The food is reliably tasty with the slapdash, giant portion presentation favoured by good yiayias everywhere." - heidi lauth beasley, jake missing, rianne shlebak
