SNAP! CRACK! "Aaarrrggghhhh!" "Where is it?"
Andy was crashing through the woods, growing more and more frustrated.
"DAMN IT!" "HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN?"
He was screaming now, at no one in particular. We were looking for a little yellow Frisbee. A golf disc, to be precise. He'd thrown it into the woods just a few minutes ago, and now we couldn't find it. Actually, it was more of a thicket than a woods, and you could see well worn paths through it from the many other people that had lost their discs there.
"WHERE THE HELL IS IT?" "I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS!"
We'd stopped to play Frisbee golf after work last Tuesday, before checking out Spiro's Scioto Inn. A few minutes turned into five, then eight, then ten. People were waiting now, wanting to play through.
"Should I wave them on, Andy?" I asked.
"ITS GOT TO BE HERE SOMEWHERE!" he screamed back.
We finally found it, a few feet above ground resting on a branch, hidden in plain view.
The same thing could be said for Spiro's. It's sits right by the side of Riverside Drive in the Upper Arlington area, but you may have never noticed it. And if you had happened to see the sign, you might not have realized what kind of place it was. Andy said he originally though it was a bed and breakfast or something because it was called an Inn. But he's been coming here for a while now on Tuesday's after Frisbee golf. That seemed true, as the waitress and bartender seemed to know him, and they kind of jokingly treated me and our other friend Steve as newbies. Ha! Yeah, that's funny.
The place did seem to be filled with what you would call "Regulars," though. The small, freestanding building is divided into two halves, with one side making up the well stocked bar and the other strictly a dining room. Families and small groups were scattered about the dining room, and the bar was surprisingly full, with a slightly older crowd than I'm used to. Refreshing, actually.
With a predominantly Greek menu, but also featuring an alarming number of deep fried dishes, the food here is adequate yet not outstanding. Andy swears by the Gyro's, and his traditional gyro seemed well stocked with meat, vegetables and covered in sauce. Steve ordered the same and liked it as well, and he's a picky eater. He did say the cole slaw was strange looking, but was very tasty. I ordered the souvlaki appetizer, skewered pork marinated in Greek herbs and olive oil and red wine vinegar. My only wish, that I'd ordered more than one. Next time I will.
Rating: (1-5)
3 Pints
(I'd rate the restaurant higher than the bar, but averaged it comes out to a 3.)
Would I go back?
I probably will go back, especially for the Greek food. Since I visited on a weeknight, there wasn't much happening in the bar area.
Fresh as a Daisy
I'm filling in for Daisy as I'd scheduled this visit without consulting her and it turns out she couldn't make it. She has made it very clear to me that I'm not to do that again. Whoops, next week we're visiting Skully's and she'll be out of town! Hey Daisy, get your priorities straight.
Anyway, Daisy suggested that I sneak into the ladies room and snap off a few pictures and she could do the rating from that. No thanks, Daisy. I'd rather not risk serving time in the county jail just for some silly Ladies' room review. Oh, did I say silly? Sorry, I meant that it's the most important part of this whole blog, but probably not worth getting arrested over. You understand, right?
I think it's safe to say that we can interpolate from the men's bathroom that the ladies' room is very nice. Of all the places I've ever been in, the ladies' room is always nicer than the men's room. How do I know that, you ask? Uh, well, good question. But it's true, isn't it? The men's room at Spiros is very clean and modern, and well stocked with soap, paper towels, etc. A nice touch was the can of Lysol Spray Room Freshener on the back of the toilet. Must have something to do with the Greek food.
Rating: (1-5)
4.5 Daisys
(I'd say 5, but I'm not sure what a 5 bathroom would look like, exactly. I guess that would be the Holy Grail of bathrooms.)
As mentioned, our next visit is to Skully's (map, web) on Thursday, September 6th, for Ladies Eighties night. Hope you can make it.
1 comment:
When I was approximately 15-16 years old, I worked at the Scioto Inn as a dishwasher. Additionally I lived with my late mother in one of the small cotteges behind the Inn. We were pretty poor in those days.The owner was Charlie Morlock and his wife was the chef. (A great one too I may add) The specialty was the once-per-week buffet with an outstanding seafood bisque. My mother and I moved from there to California circa 1970. I joined the Navy and made a career out of that at age 17. I visited this 'empty Inn' a few years back. It seemed so sad to see it empty. Good to see the building in use again. I wish the new owner much Success.
James R. White IMCS(SW) USN Retired
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