
A couple of weeks ago, I had invited a few friends out to dinner and suggested that we try Zorba's Cafe on Dupont Circle. I made a big deal out of it and told everyone that it got rave reviews. But when we arrived, I was mortified to discover that Zorba's was a fast food restaurant (oh, the horror!). I shoved my friends out the door and we scurried on out in search for a dining experience that didn't include plastic trays and fluorescent lighting.
I never did get my Greek food fix, so a week later, I found myself at Zorba's yet again. I ordered avgolemono, a Greek chicken soup and tzaziki, garlic and cucumber yogurt dip. The avgolemono wasn't stellar -- it basically tasted like regular old chicken soup with a bit lemon squeezed into it . The tzaziki was good, but could have used a bit of parsley and lemon juice. My friend Andrew ordered a pork gyro, but he didn't touch the bread lying beneath the meat. "It's soggy," he said, reaching over for my pita bread. The food seemed very homemade, and a tad Americanized, the kind of food a Greek mother living in Centreville would cook for her first-generation American-Greek kids.
Zorba's really makes the effort to not make the place feel so fast-food like, so I feel bad for walking out on it before. It's cozy and cute, the perfect place to meet up with friends for quick post-work gnosh (but apparently, not good enough for dinners to impress your friends).