The other night, a friend offered to take me to Uncle What's-His-Name's, a Greek place on Hudson Street in the West Village. Unfortunatly, it was so bad -- every dish a dissapointment. The menu looked great, the place is adorable, we decided to order a bunch of appy's including one hot appetizer variety plate. Well, along came our dish, on top of a ton of shredded lettuce was some very dried out greek sausages and meatballs that were so not-fresh and not heated enough so that you could see the grease just congealed all over them -- yuck! Then we ordered Retsina wine -- also not good. The entire meal was so consistenly bad that I felt that I couldn't bear to share my criticisms with our genuinely pleasant smiley waiter. I mean, what's a nice way to say, "excuse me but, EVERYTHING we ate just ate really stunk". Next time I'm sticking with my favorite Medittranean place -- Gus' Place on Waverly Pl. in the West Village. There I know I can expect fresh hot pita bread, a great feta and garlic spread that everyone gets courtesy of Gus and the greatest grilled octopus I've ever had. The atmosphere alone is so calming and relaxed it's like poppin' a prozac. I shoulda been faithful to Gus!