"short description: unfortunately very disappointing! operating 4 stars, environment 3 stars, eating 1 star, toilets 1 star ....... at the end of the road “Herrendamm” is located in a sports center the Greek restaurant “Hellas Taverna”. we travel with friends, parking on the free parking of the sports center. the restaurant waits with a room with about 10 tables of different size; in an adjacent room are further tables and chairs. the environment: the deck reminds me of a Chinese restaurant, furniture of a village farm, which with many photo-decorated walls a bar. In short: on the first look I do not find myself in a Greek restaurant. on the tables are bright yellow table runners, candles and a mini bass of about 5 cm size with Greek motives; the väschen is also everything that comes from Greek design. what is still in the eye: some light bulbs/lamps in the room are either out of function for cost reasons or they are simply broken!? the menus, taken immediately from the service, promise the usual suspicious: grill meat, fish, salad, desserts. I decide for the nr. 20 chicken breast fillet made from grill with roasted vegetables, tzatziki, patates and small salad supplement at 10.50 €. my three companions choose other dishes. the drinks are served very quickly, for our eating we wait exactly a beaten hour and the restaurant is just well charged for the half. on the first look, the then served food looks delicious, on the second look I notice that the roasted vegetables are missing. While I still speak about the missing sweet, herr lut abundant salty patten and our friend points to a black-charred frikadelle and a half raw meat on a spit. my friend mentions, chew, never eat so hard and dry cruising. if the service is in a row of ears, I mention the missing sweet. he regrets, offers me an espresso as accusation. thank you, nicely meant, but I want to be so nice, he goes and I expect that this is delivered sweet. Unfortunately, this was not the end of the flag bar – one of the two small filets is not fried, inside still partially raw, a circumstance that completely spoils me with a wing the appetit. each of us four leaves a part of eating on the tellers, extremely hard gyros, the black upper and lower part of a fresco, the raw meat piece of the spits, the raw meat of the filets, some salted patten. and while we wait for the service to ask for the bill, I still visit the damentoilette. in front area it is bright, in rear area much darker. the five heaters above the six toilet cabins, 3 are defective. in half darkness, I don't notice too late that I didn't stand up any toilet papers in the box – just good that I have a clean bag cloth. as it belongs, I wash the hands, hold them in front of the sensor and expect a paper cloth that should actually roll out of the donator. not – the donator is empty! now in half darkness in the other five toilets looking to dry toilet paper? no, thanks! with wet hands and unhappy laune I return to the table. we share all four of the service in friendly but also clear words our disappointment. the man is obviously uncomfortable, he has the mistakes that others have broken out. In view of the remaining rest with its clearly visible mängeln, it offers us only to put the drinks in bill. we accept the offer, but would have liked to have paid more and had a culinary satisfying evening for it. the service deserves respect. the man has dealt with the miserable sovereign and the recording. Maybe there is a second chance with a later update."
