Il Greco is a misnomer. This should be called The Great Halloumi Fiasco. You might salivate at the prospect of slabs of mightily expensive Cypriot cheese at the bargain price of $4. But this joy would be short lived. It’s a base smeared with more halloumi than you can shake a stick at, and four olives. They give you a wedge of lemon to break down the richness of the cheese but really that wedge is about 3 lemons short of the task. There’s also some oregano that’s been burnt and sprinkled on top like small twigs. You’ll spend the afternoon picking them out of your teeth as if you’d spent brunch going down on a 1970s porn star. The whole concoction didn’t even hold together well as the cheese slid greasily from the base. One slice would have sufficed.
One word review: You’ll spend the rest of the afternoon drinking pints of water in a futile attempt to quench an unquenchable thirst brought on by kilos of salty cheese.