In the spirit of the 2004 Olympics in Athens, Greece, the Daily’s dining duo decided to try out Old George’s Pizza and Steakhouse at 330 Main St., which somehow manages to offer Greek, Italian food, steaks and pizza. However, because of too much free pizza, we decided to not order pizza — although the pie at Old George’s is pretty tasty.

The other fare — pitas and entr‚es — might not have been made of the same genius as the pizza, unfortunately.

Atmosphere:

KB: Pizza joints that somehow offer steaks don’t really have a set look. The place looked nice enough, with some plants, which I think were fake, and tables. It was pretty empty for the whole hour we were there though. It’s kind of unsettling that no one wanted to sit down, and would rather grab pizza and go. Hopefully they’re more busy during the weekends.

KF: The place smelled old. I could see bargain books through the window. I ate while thinking about buying “Thinner Thighs in Thirty Days” for 50 cents. The strange floral pattern and random Greek art made me think this is what a nursing home in Greece looks like.

Service:

KB: Sometimes waitresses who are all chit-chat can be great, and some can be a pain. Our waitress was all business. I’ll consider it a good thing this time. It took 20 minutes to get our food, which is decently fast.

KF: After the whirlwind order session, our waitress was very nice. She refilled our drinks in a timely manner, and asked us if we liked what we were eating. A+ for effort.

Quantity/Value:

KB: I got piping-hot fries, a chicken breast, lots of veggies and a piece of bread for less than ten bucks. That makes me happy.

KF:I thought my pop was over-priced. For $1.10, I got a juice-glass full of soda. Other than that, my meal was huge. I think there was an entire onion on my plate. And half a chicken. Basically, we ate like Greek goddesses.

Quality/Taste:

KB: When I got my food, I looked at Kate’s meal. Hmmm. It looked exactly the same: chicken, mushrooms, peppers, lots of nicely grilled onions — but she had a pita, tzatziki sauce and her chicken was cut up. I think we ate the same meal. While I was eating, I began to notice the pool — yes, a pool — of grease on my plate. The onions felt greasy, the chicken tasted well-spiced, but greasy, and the mushrooms were obviously canned. And greasy. Too much grease. I felt like a bottle of oil afterward.

KF: Apparently the Greeks and Mexicans traded culinary secrets. My chicken-fajita-pita had the grilled spice of a fajita, with the unique flavor of tzatziki sauce and pita bread. Very interesting. And very greasy. But pretty good. Maybe I really should have picked up “Thinner Thighs in Thirty Days” …