Looking down the Greektown stretch of Halsted Street one evening, I’m reminded of my neighborhood Best Buy. Deciding where to dine here is like standing along the plasma TV wall: placed side by side, the TVs reveal differences, however minute. But then you settle on one and realize they provide the same basic function.
This is both the gift and curse of Greektown, where you come for reliably fun group dinners and be reliably not blown away by the food.