Believe it or not, I was hoping to return from The Motor City with tales of delish ethnic fare - and a newfound respect for Detroit and its culinary offerings.
Well, let's just say my hopes were dashed.
Even ventured into the city's famed Greektown district (pictured above), having researched the heck out of it to determine that Pegasus Taverna would be a good bet for dinner. Apparently, the night the Tigers won against the Yankees this flaming Saganaki hot spot was packed to the rafters, taking in more moolah than any night in its 24 year history. A good sign - or so I thought.
The place looked dumpy enough to be a Chowhound find. The waitstaff was friendly too. They had an amazing array of beers from Greece. But, the Inglenook wine on tap should have been a tip-off.
The food was resolutely nasty. Even the Greek Salad was a sad mess.
Needless to say, my flight home was FANTASTIC.
Long time lurker, delurkiing to say... sweetie, if you wanted to know the best places to eat in Detroit, you should have asked! The touron places are, well, vile and exist to torment the people from West Michigan and Canadians.
And the Greeks? Left Detroit about 100 years ago, so any resemblance to actual Greek food is purely flim-flammery.
Posted by: Mensch71 | October 15, 2006 at 10:43 PM
I've long preferred the slightly grubbier looking New Hellas Cafe for American style Greek food, but if I have free choice in Greektown, I opt for PizzaPapalis, it's not quite so far to Chicago.
Posted by: Golly | October 20, 2006 at 03:42 PM