I never wanted to enter this place. Â To betray Morse Gyros would be treason, punishable by death. Â But then, I had this long day, and I hadn't eaten, and it was right there, and so I went in. Â I still feel a little bit guilty, but we're working through it. Â Damn catholic upbringing
It was much nicer inside than I thought it would be. Â I could study here, if there weren't a gaggle of Loyola kids being entirely too chipper and bubbly. Â The guys behind the counter were quite attractive and quite friendly. Â I think I will go back and I will throw all of my feminine wiles at them, so as to acquire some free gyros. Â
Anyways, the chicken gyro salad was really surprising. Â Now, I'm only comparing it to Morse Gyro, because let's be honest. No one comes to Rogers Park unless they have to, and if you are here, these are your two realistic choices. Â
Morse gyro has better bread, but the vegetables here were much higher quality (romaine, not iceberg etc) and the chicken gyro was MUCH less fat laden and heavy here, but it was cut quite thick, while my friend at Morse Gyro cuts it like tissue paper. Â The fries were comparably bitchin.
I am quite sympathetic to such a place, which seems to be an independent place with real heart. Â I really think they really want to serve you a good meal. Â That goes a long way.
The kofta looked totally bitchin. Â The gyro quesadilla? Â Only higher substances could yield such a craving. Â Morse Gyro will still have my loyalty, but this place is definitely worth it once in a while. Â Just stick to the middle eastern fare. or the waitstaff. zing.