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Bill B. ate the pork souvlaki.
JM ate the Hercules plate (chicken, pork and gyro).
John ate the pitza and a Wisconsin Amber.
Judith ate the chicken kabob.
Nichole ate the classic gyro.
We split some cheese fries and yogurt.
The bill was about $60, or $12/person, plus tip.
Nichole gave Parthenon Gyros a C+; JM gave Parthenon Gyros a C; Bill and Judith gave Parthenon Gyros a C-; John gave Parthenon Gyros a D (see our grading rubric).
Since we didn't go at bartime, we might have missed the point of Parthenon. We're clearly not in their target college demographic, but it was hard to get a read on that since the place was nearly abandoned at six on a Monday night. The staff had a teasing collegiality that spoke volumes about how often they needed to amuse themselves during long bouts of downtime.
Once we got up to the roof garden and took our first few bites, the fresh air and good company outshone the actual food, though a 30-watt incandescent lightbulb would also have done the trick but that wouldn't have been nearly as much fun. The classic gyro was stacked high with standard meat, an obnoxious surfeit of mild onions, and a few slices of tomatoes of wildly varying quality (some ripe, some pink, some incompletely cored.)
The Hercules plate provided a sample of pork and chicken as well as lamb. The meat was warm but not really tasty, just sort of greasy and bland. The lamb was probably the star though that's like saying that Lorenzo Lamas was the star of Mega Shark vs. Giant Octopus. Technically true, but you shouldn't care.
The best find of all was no doubt the yogurt, which was made in-house. For $3.22, you can get a pint of fresh, intensely zingy yogurt. With a dab of honey, it was perfect for cutting the grease between bites and would probably make an excellent ingredient in a salad dressing or smoothie.
Poor John and Judith got the short end of the stick, trying to explore the offbeat parts of the menu. The "pitza" was, well, a broiled pita pizza, with mozzarella, feta, and a few small chunks of meat. It was hard to eat and just didn't taste very good. As John opined, "If you eat only one Greek pizza this year, you're lucky." The cheese fries were no consolation, as they congealed fast and weren't a good value compared to the regular fry basket.
Bill and John remembered Parthenon being busy all the time, but given the lull we wonder if it's just a bartime draw these days. One thing's for sure, Parthenon's reality pales to collegiate memories.