Grekos Pizzeria

Have tried their Mediterranean pizza and one with ham and bacon. A panel of five of us agree both were superb.

I ordered two pizzas. One was Greek (with a name like Grekos how could one go wrong?) and one was Hawaiian. The Greek had Spanish olives and so much mozzarella you could barely tell there was any feta (was there any?). The Hawaiian was like an open faced Ham and cheese sandwich with way too much cheese. Is that nutmeg in the sauce? Yuck. Something is off or is a total clash of flavours, making both pizzas taste almost the same. The crust was thick but okay. I won’t order there again and definitely cannot recommend. The three others who had it with me concur.

Didn’t have huge expectations for this small town place, but it was open late and I grabbed their Greek pizza to go. Wow! They really don’t skimp on the ingredients, especially the cheese. Yum! Beats Dominos, hands down. Will go again.

Firstly I hate it when Mom and Dad fight. But if it weren’t for a clash of the partners at Milano’s (
) in Gananoque, this place would never exist. I don’t know the details of the fracas, but it was enough for one of the two owners of Milano’s to say the heck with it, pack up, and move two-​and-​a-​half blocks down King Street and open up his own place with a menu that is a carbon copy of his former place of employ. Gotta love spite.
Greko’s has taken hold of a location that has attempted to house a myriad pizza joints before it. It appears that they realize this as they’ve done the one thing their predecessors never seemed to be able to do: make the experience of ordering and eating there palatable. Stepping in you first notice the white walled cleanliness and the sight of the open kitchen. Booths are found in the centre of the dining area that can house some eat-​in traffic for those that are not stopping in for take-​out or delivery orders that make up the majority of their business. Greeting you while you wait for your order is a wide-​screen plasma TV that has Setanta soccer on it. I’m in heaven.
I’m not kidding when I said that the menu is a carbon copy of Milano’s. When I phoned in my order, I did so using what I remembered of the Milano’s menu. The guy on the end of the phone took my order like I was staring off Greko’s wall of food options. The turkey club sub is exactly as I remember with its fresh soft bread and real, crisp bacon. The pizza I ordered, (The Special) tastes exactly as I remembered from my days in Gananouqe. It’s small-​town pizza at its best. No thin crust. No lack of abundance of cheese. No fooling. When I’m in the neighbourhood and driving through, I now make sure I call in to pick up a pizza that sorts me out for a week’s worth of dinners. I consider it a form of grocery shopping. Don’t judge until you try it.