A sad line of small-town restaurants have the same characteristics: ugly chairs, downtrodden carpets, incongruous arches. At Grecos, the atmosphere is definitively pre-modern and sucks any life from the fiery flambéed cheese served tableside. In fact, this atmosphere is almost exclusively German but somehow the Greeks have been able to adopt them. The atmosphere is excusable but not when it so perfectly defines the food. The meat seems pre-frozen and tasteless. The vegetables are an unfathomable hodgepodge of the undercooked and the over-cooked, and again, completely tasteless. Small town charm wears off quickly.