Sigh. What's with all the five-star reviews? Again, I must attribute it to Baltimore - home of the Naugahyde palate.
Let me start out by saying this: if Samos were simply a souvlaki and salad joint with average wait times, I'd be giving it more stars for supplying really well-prepared octopus and tasty, light taramosalata. That's a fact. But that's not Samos. What you get at Samos is a preposterously long wait for food that ranges from competent to clumsy. This isn't the freaking Fat Duck. It's a Greek-American joint and the idea that one would wait two hours, in sweltering, loud, standing-room-only conditions for a shot at a table, is ludicrous.
On the competent end, the bread accompaniments are good. The taramosalata, as I mentioned, is tasty if mild, the tzatziki has good tang, and the tapenade features decent Kalamata olive flavor. I think it is totally unnecessary for Samos to butter the accompanying pita, which a) seems nonstandard for Greece, and b) lends a taste that, while pleasant on its own, overshadows the accompaniments.
The octopus was well-prepared - not tough or excessively burnt, it had a bit of char on the tentacle end, as it should, and came with a red wine vinaigrette, which served to cut the iodine-y taste of the octopus. The dolmathes - we had the vegetarian version - also were well done, with tender grape leaves surrounding a lemony rice filling.
Here's where things went off the rails for me. The Greek salad indeed contains tomatoes, onions, cucumbers, olives, and feta, but those seem an accompaniment to the vast quantities of iceberg lettuce on the plate. In response to all the reviewers who are in thrall of Samos's authenticity, let me clear something up for you. The lettuce is wrong. Also, that dressing is nowhere to be found in Greece. Olive oil, lemon juice, not globbed on by the diner, is what you would find in Greece. If you love creamy dressings, fine, but I'm just saying.
Then there were my main selections, which I chose in lieu of the red snapper (not sustainable). The loukaniko (sausage), with peppers and onions. I don't know. The peppers and onions were cooked down to a slimy mess, and the sausage was sliced about 1/3", which made it dry and unappealing. The spanakopita was fine, but the cheese within was chunky and not well-incorporated; the filo itself was limp and insufficiently golden.
And the entrees - I just don't know. We probably should have ordered souvlaki, because those did look good. Unfortunately, my husband got talked into the leg of lamb. The friend who touted Samos to us had her usual, the stuffed grouper. The grouper arrived with an overcooked, mushy rice pilaf and a variety of overly oily vegetables - bell peppers and out of season summer squash - that are a mere step up from the limp broccoli that accompanies every plate at your basic chain restaurant. They bore no relationship to the main plate element and, let's be clear on this, would not appear in that form in Greece. The grouper was missing the capers and seemed dull without them - they did perk up once the capers arrived.
My husband's lamb was overcooked and dry. He thought it was a mistake - it looked like gyro meat without the pita - only it clearly was lamb, doused in a brown gravy. "Forgettable" was the word he used when we were home at last. Instead of the overcooked rice, he chose the roast potatoes - which looked good, nicely crisp - but the same odd vegetable medley appeared on his plate.
If what you're expecting after reading all these reviews is the kind of food you actually would find on a stroll through the streets of, well, Samos, then probably not so much. It's 2010. Restaurants like Zaytinya, Kokkari, and Kefi - hell, even Black Olive - have been around for years. By now we all should have a better grip on what people actually eat in Greece.
I'd go back for a snack during off-hours, if there wasn't any sort of wait, for the octopus and to try the calamari, which looked tasty, or to pick up a souvlaki and fries. The entrees on the costly part of the menu you can give a miss. It's not worth the wait in line. read more