
A block away from the Franklin Institute, Mountains used to be a pizza joint that I briefly took notice of because it saved up Mexican along with the pizza.
Now, after a makeover, it’s Moustaki, serving up gyros and soul kids. My chicken gyro was right off the spit, and the waffle fries on the side were hot with the right amount of crisp. Nice little spot.



 I ordered the chopped brisket with mac and cheese and fries. Pretty good, but small portions. Plus we discovered that Little Miss Nachojawn loves ribs.













