Green Corner Restaurant — Restaurant in Chandler

Update- went jan 2024 I got the mixed plate with beef and chicken, comes with rice, salad and choice of humus or baba ghanoush, and I added a side of one falafel and a lg big baba ghanoush. The salad improved but has cheese, and the dressing mixed in, so for those of you that are lactose, intolerant ask for No cheese, as they do not tell you what’s on the salad, nor are there proper pictures. Mgmt-Please update your menu and website. The rice was excellent, soft, buttery, & well flavored. The chicken and beef were both a little dry and under seasoned. The falafel was my favorite and I will get the falafel plate next next time, no meat. The hummus was better than it used to be, but slightly bitter(too much tahini maybe) and the baba ghanoush is my absolute favorite in the valley, but the price difference between the two sizes is a bit high imo and the small size needs to be less$. Also, ask how much pita you get apparently you only get one piece with either sizes, this makes no sense. The boy who took our order at the counter was friendly, but the tables were not cleaned at all so we got to-go.

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Honestly the one on Southern was way better. We were so excited to get this location, but it’s not as tasty and the service is slower, workers seem unhappy and bothered. The baklava tastes like made with margarine vs butter, yucky. Baklava is free and we won’t get it now. Not sure if first location changed too. The food is good but lacks compared to older location. My hubby always gets the gyros and they are solidly delish. Fries are good. My platters are good but again compared to other location I give them a 3.5 vs 5 star at Southern. We will try them one more time to see if improved, otherwise back to Southern location. Oh the Babaghonoush is wonderful but the hummus has a weird pomegranate syrup on it, hate it but try to get it without. The problem is when you change from the standard menu, which btw is not descriptively written out, they won’t do it or seem upset, and we had to ask for things...

Nightmare experience. I asked if the Vegetarian Plate was also vegan. The person at the cash register named Swaad said he didn't know what vegan was. I explained that it means plant-based, i.e., no animal ingredients. He looked blank and looked to a co-worker with an equally blank stare. I asked, for example, is there any butter or yoghurt or dairy in anything. Swaad said yes, then no, then that he didn't know, staring again at his blank co-worker. I asked if he could ask someone and find out. He just said no, and nothing else. I asked if they had a list of ingredients. He said all the food is pre-made (a non-relevant explanation and another no). I asked again if he could find out for me ~ if there was anyone he could ask. He said no again, and that he was the manager. I requested a final time for help, and he just said no and that I could just try it. Um, no, that is not okay for people who are vegan by choice, or because of lactose intolerance, or for religious or spiritual reasons. At that point I said I could not eat there, and my partner cancelled his order and got a refund. Swaad did not once apologize, and frankly seemed like I was an inconvenience and was indifferent whether I or anyone with me would buy from this establishment. If he truly is a manager, he is terrible at his job and is likely passing on behaviors that create frustrating and bad customer experiences. I can't imagine him training anyone or modeling customer service. Is there really no list of ingredients at this establishment? Is there really no way to find out? Many people have dietary restrictions that need a modicum of accommodation. Green Corner's corporate headquarters needs to get their act together and properly train their employees who are in the food industry on these very basics of what ingredients are in their offerings as well as the principles of good...

Lo, I am Christophoros, born of the blood of Pontus, son of the Black Sea’s salt and storm. In my wanderings through the dry-breathed lands of Anatolia, I did come upon a dwelling where the scent of cumin and roasted lamb drew me as sirens to the rocks.

Therein, I did partake of a meal most noble. The gyro, tender as a song from my mother’s lips. The salad, crisp as the morning dew atop the hills of Trebizond. The rice — honest and filling. But the hummus, oh the hummus! Smooth as the marble of the Parthenon and rich as the archives of Alexandria. By the gods, I have tasted many chickpea pastes in my time, but this—this was an ambrosia unmatched. Had I a scroll, I would inscribe its texture for future sons of Hellas to ponder.

Yet even in such feasts, sorrow may creep. For the pita — if one may call it thus — was an abomination. Thin as the veil between sleep and waking, and chewier than the sandals of a Roman courier. Nay, it was not bread, but punishment. I shall return to this house, but unless the pita is redeemed, I shall request lentils, or perhaps the bread of another tribe.

The servants were neither cruel nor kind — as one would expect from a marketplace in Antioch or a fishmonger in Sinope. They offered sustenance, not song. I sought not laughter, only fullness — and in this, they delivered.

For fifteen silver coins, my satchel and belly were both heavy. I left with hummus enough to feed a small caravan. The baclava, sweet like a Thracian maiden’s kiss, left me lamenting I had not taken two.

I shall return. And I pray the keepers of this fine house take heed: your hummus is a gift of the gods — but your pita, a...