I don't usually hate on restaurants (and give them the benefit of a doubt of a bad day, especially for one visit) but DANG! The Mad Greek @ Baker serves the most horrid falafels ever. Dry and overfried, there wasn't even any accompanying tzatziki to drown these sad, sawdusty spheres into.
At least I found solace in the fluffy, buttery rice and the lightly-fried pita bread, which was pillowy, crispy and slightly greasy. But really, whose red flags wouldn't get raised when the compliments go the side dishes? ("Oh, the rice and the bread were good!")
It took almost two decades of near-annual Vegas pilgrimages for me to succumb to the siren calls of Mad Greek's flashy billboards, I guess next time I'm on the 15 I might as well check out Peggy Sues 50's Diner too. Or maybe its more obscure sister, Jenny Rose.
Thanks to Tiny Nancer (who recently posted on a similar experience here with their souvlaki & tyropitas) for provoking me to vent and rant a little.
The Mad Greek
72112 Baker Boulevard
Baker, CA 92309