Mad Greek, The

Like most Greek restaurants, the authentic cuisine inexplicably attracts a number of messy hen and stag parties and therefore isn't the place to go if you just want to quietly sample some taramasalata and reminisce about that holiday in Corfu. Loud zorba music and the obligatory plate smashing take centre stage whilst the seedy waiters lurk about, ready to shamelessly prey on the drunken young ladies. If you enjoy getting wasted on Ouzo then wade right past the ugly factory units and have a good night. If your love of Greece extends only to post–pub kebabs and seeing idiots make a tit of themselves on Sky One, then leave well alone. And for the purpose of self–preservation – no–one knows just how mad this Greek bloke may be – I mean no harm in anything I've just said.

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