Greek food

The Golden Olive feels like home, even if you're not Greek

Years ago, I knew a man named Bill, a single, middle-aged Manhattan attorney who never ate at home, not even breakfast. He frequented a limited repertoire of restaurants, none more than a few blocks from his apartment. They weren't fancy places or — heaven forbid — trendy. But the welcome was warm, the prices reasonable, the cooking reliable. He was there for sustenance and for a sense of home. Bill would have loved The Golden Olive.

By Providence Cicero | May 30, 2008