My Greek Deli on Lebanon Road is a perfectly serviceable quick lunch with friends if you're in the area. It's a buffet, and if you stick to the marinated chicken, tabouli and chopped cuke salad (put some feta on it), you'll eat well. Workmanlike food, at the right price, but not a destination eatery.
The owner -- Sam?-- is affable, chatting with all and some, and occasionally, just talking. He announced, "I've been here 14 years. I know all my customers." He pointed at a couple. "You all. You're in here all the time." The couple looked baffled. "We came from Interstate 40. We're on vacation."
My Greek Deli is a long way from I-40, and sort of tucked away in an old shopping center. It isn't written up in travel guides, it's not a destination. "How in the world did you end up here?" I asked, really somewhat brusquely, and I do need to work on that aspect of my delivery.
"Our GPS. We told it we wanted Greek food."
Wow. Big paradigm shift for the Nickster. I believe the tech-savvy call that a "killer app."
So tell, Bites readers, what restaurant finds have you made with your Garvin/TomTom/other GPS?