I think the name pretty much encapsulates what this place is all about. Lots of jerky and free samples. However, they also have hot sauce, alien souvenirs, and air conditioning. It’s worth a stop after a long drive through the desert.
If the Mad Greek would have tried to get his business going these days, it probably wouldn’t have happened. You see, with the number of doctors all too happy to prescribe mood stabilizers, the Mad Greek would be known as the Well Balanced Greek As Long As He Doesn’t Go Off His Meds.
The Well Balanced Greek would have never had the vision to open a Mediterranean restaurant in the middle of the California desert. He would have done something considerably more conservative, like work for the city as an accountant. Something steady where he would have a pension, a dental plan, and a few weeks of vacation. Sure, he might be boring but at least he wouldn’t be prone to flights of fancy.
But apparently, modern psychiatry hasn’t yet got a hold of our Mad Greek. Instead, he resides in the town of Baker and serves up all kinds of Mediterranean eats. I’m sure that at times, his toaster talks to him, but he also makes one of the richest, densest milkshakes I have ever had.