Another restaurant squashed into a tiny place down a side street. This one is one table wide downstairs and you can just squeeze past to climb the amazingly steep stairs without a handrail. Upstairs the space is two tables wide, and two tables long, so it's quite cosy. You can sit outside, but the sun goes down behind the mosque so it's in the shade in the evening, and it's not quite hot enough at the moment. In any case, the road has been dug up so no tables outside tonight.
The food is international: eg grilled vegetables, caesar salad, steak, black risotto. The service is adequate. The entertainment is provided by the incredibly hen-pecked waiter, whose life is made a misery by the cook. Last time we went there, we sat downstairs and had to listen to him being sent out for bread, then onions, then something else. (it was quite late by the time we got there). The Greek vowed never to go again, as he felt so bad for the waiter. So he went home for an early night and I had Irish company instead.
