Moussaka
My mother, my step-father and I ended up here after a failed attempt to say goodbye to Otto’s BBQ on Memorial. They were already closed when we got there, so we got back on the freeway and drove aimlessly until we came across a place that will probably never close: Pappas’ Greek venture, Yia Yia Mary’s.
I should mention that I have an unhealthy relationship with sauce in general, and béchamel sauce in particular. I would drink it. Maybe not a glassful, but certainly a shot. Maybe a double shot. So as soon as I saw moussaka on the menu, I knew that’s what I was going to order. (Why this didn’t occur to me at Niko Niko’s, I don’t know.)
What the place lacks in ambience—there’s a cramped table layout and a very noisy dining area—it more than makes up for with quality of food. (Of course, that’s not really shocking, given its ownership.) I devoured my casserole, completely forgetting about the side of grilled asparagus. I tried it once I was full and was not that impressed with the texture—not tender enough for my liking—although there was a nice lemon flavor to it.
I would love to come back and try one of the rotisserie/soulvaki combos or the taramosalta, a caviar dip. The entire menu looked tempting; I’m sure there’s not a bad entree on it. In the meantime, though, I have other restaurants to get to!
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