the food was, as others' described hit and miss -- sometimes good, somtimes terrible. I will never forget the one time I went with my husband though. We had a tomato based soup, and the waiter, while removing the plates, spilled it down my husband's back. My husband didn't feel it at first, but later put his hand up to see what it was and discovered the evidence. The waiter denied spilling and blamed my husband for getting soup on the back of his collar and shirt?! It's a running joke in our house. And, irony of ironies, my husband was in Stavros when the fire broke out at Sassafraz and saw the whole thing close up.