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Published February 16th 2017
Pay all your bills before you go to Gazi
I knew that Gazi was a sister restaurant to Hellenic and Press Club, all owned by Master Chef judge George Calombaris, but had no idea what to expect because I didn't have any recommendation from anyone. I tried to look up the menu beforehand but all the Greek words confused me, so I decided to just wait it out and see.
The first thing that will get you at Gazi is the ambience - the visual experience is easily a ten out of ten.
The primary concern of he who playeth not with taste, MasterChef extraordinaire George Calombaris, is to make sure that any other food you may have had that is not ordained by his seal of goodness and freshness, deports itself from your body and from your mind.
Gazi is the very embodiment of food porn and if I could only touch the hem of Mr Calombaris' apron? He's busy? Oh okay, I'll settle for his sous chefs. George be like, new restaurant, who dis? It's okay, I am not mad, no not at all.
I spent one half of the evening wishing I had four stomachs like a cow so I could order a minimum of two more dishes, and the other half staring at what other people around had ordered.
I mean, I'm legitimately scared to try their desserts. That's how dangerous addictions start. Gazi will have you advertising your furniture on Facebook marketplace with the title "Quick sale, moving overseas". Meanwhile, you're just trying to get some quick cash to support your new habit.
Gazi has set up its headquarters within the crevices of my taste buds and I don't even mind if they are ever late on rent. I'm going back there...like every week now. Cash me at Gazi howbowdah?
Word to the wise: make a reservation, this is not a drill. They are booked to capacity - go there and see why