Athenian Room is blocks from where I live. Along with the Pita Inn, I probably eat out here more than anywhere. It is delicious, consistent, inexpensive, and simple. It would probably be in my top ten for one of the cheapest but best tasting sit down restaurants in the city.
Athenian Room's menu consists of a handful of basic things. It's actually smaller than it looks. For starters you can have soup, salad, taramasalata, feta, olives, or shrimp. The sandwiches consist of gyros, chicken, pork, and a cheese pita. They serve entrees consisting of skirt steak, half roast chicken, and shrimp. Lastly they serve full dinners of the above options with fries. Coffee and Baklava for dessert.
Unlike most Greek restaurants, they don't serve rice here; nor oven-baked potatoes - just fries and Greek fries. It is basically extremely well made Greek fast food on a plate. Which I am totally fine with.
FYI, alcohol is available by walking past the kitchen/grill and heading into Glascott's. The restaurant staff will not serve it to you; you have to go get it yourself. It's nice to enjoy a cheap wine or a beer with dinner even though it's not on the menu.
It is a bit of a time warp; the restaurant has probably been the same forever and certainly as long as I've gone there. On Thursday, Friday, and Saturday the place is filled with families and college students during the school year. On weeknights it is pretty light. The service is nothing special, but for these prices it doesn't need to be.
Athenian Room is kind of a dying breed sort of neighborhood restaurant. It sort of exemplifies the great family run local joint that is sort of convivial and just serves great food and nothing more. I'm hoping they don't go anywhere anytime soon. Year after year consistency is hard to find in restaurants.
"People are too busy in these times to care about good food. We used to spend months working over a bonne-femme sauce, trying to determine just the right proportions of paprika and fresh forest mushrooms to use." -Karoly Gundel, Blue Trout and Black Truffles: The Peregrinations of an Epicure, Joseph Wechsberg, 1954.