Ethos

The night my parents and grandmothers arrived I wanted to stay close to home for dinner so I picked Ethos for what I think is solid Greek food.  My father would call it more than solid.  He couldn't stop talking about how it reminded him of the tavernas he loved so much in Greece and told the waiter (his new best friend) as much.  We ended up ordering a bunch of appetizers to share around because those are some of our favorite dishes (and for my father, the most reminiscent of taverna fare).  All four spreads we tried were good, as was the shepherd's salad.  My La La slurped every bit of her avgolemono (chicken and lemon) soup and the dolmades were quickly snatched picked off the plate.  I wasn't crazy about my spanikopita triangles (a little too much phyllo), but they were redeemed by my plate of salty, tender grilled octopus.

The entrees may be a little pricier, but the appetizer portions are sizable and authentic.  Go with several of those and your bill will be just where you want it, as will your belly.  I'm not sure if it was my father's chat about Greece with the waiter or my stunning beauty (for my ego's sake, let's go with option B), but the server was nice enough to bring out baklava and galaktoboureko, on the house.  Both of those desserts can be hit or miss: galaktoboureko dough can get soggy or the nut/phyllo/honey ratio can be off in the baklava.  None of those common errors here.  Just as we were ready to pay the bill and still gushing about how nice it was to receive dessert courtesy of the restaurant, the waiter walked out with a round of dessert wine, also on the house.  That's how you secure a return customer, my friends.