Monkfish and potato massamam. Filo parcels with feta and honey. Lamb kebabs @mezzidakia
There were a lot of good things about our visit to Mezzidakia, Glasgow's latest Greek joint and the newest addition to the St Vincent Street monopoly that includes Chakoo and Topolabamba. It's a pleasant and convivial space to be in, and it was doing a roaring trade. My 3 mezze were all lovely. Beautifully tender, meaty monkfish spoke up through a sweet, warming curry sauce in a dish that came together when it counted. High-quality feta oozed pleasingly from crisp filo that would only have benefitted from a dab or two more of its sweet honey coating. Still, I hoovered it up in seconds because it was delicious. Minced lamb kebabs - served pink in the middle, as they ought to be - were well-seasoned and beautifully juicy. The tzatziki and hummus ordered by my pals were great, especially the former. After eating thick, wantonly toothsome tzatziki in a couple of restaurants now, I could never buy the pale supermarket pretender again. Do try it. My friends' keftedes, kibbeh and calamari didn't do it for me as much as my own choices. That may partially be on account if personal taste, but good grief that lamb needed more seasoning. An oversight, I'm sure, given that my own lamb had no such problem.
The whole experience was a little confused. Our principal waitress was communicative, friendly and resolutely positive throughout the evening, even when she had to say things like "we don't have our full license yet so we can only serve things with bottle tops from the drinks menu" and "sorry, that was meant to go to another table" (repeatedly). We got the whiff that she had been through this many times, and I'd commend her for how well she's coping with her place of work being a teensy bit of a shambles. But perhaps that's the intended vibe? A little haphazard. A touch chaotic? Maybe they just need a little time to find their feet. In any event, we were each treated to a free limoncello at the end of the meal and, as a conciliatory gesture, they took a bottle of pinot grigio off the bill, which was admirably perceptive as we hadn't complained.
Worth a go, Boblets! Have what I had!