Greco

It’s been a long time coming. Back in June, I had big plans to go to Greco, but I showed up five minutes after they closed, and I had to go to Falafel King. This time, I came early, and brought a few friends.

Dragging someone along to a falafel shop is like playing a song for them. If you’ve heard the song before, it’s excruciating to share it. What if they don’t like it? Does that mean that you have awful taste? That you don’t understand music? That you’re fundamentally, in your heart of hearts, a bad person?

But if you haven’t heard the song before, you have plausible deniability on your side. You and your friend are both on the same adventure. If it’s bad falafel, you’re just as wronged as they are. And if it’s great? Well, there’s nothing better than a miracle among friends.

Anyway, Greco was alright. I am glad I went with friends. I am glad I got there before they closed. I am glad I was saved from another Falafel King. Five stars.