Steve's Greek Haiku

There's a spot in Fanueil Hall called Steve's Greek serving a most luxurious combination of chicken and salad. The following Haiku are a tribute to them.



It costs 6.50,
So it’s not for the thrifty,
Worth every penny.



Chicken drenched in oil,
Health value surely foiled,
Maybe next time broiled?



Order from the girl,
Cuz she hooks it up hardcore,
May I please have ‘Smore?



I think Steve’s croutons,
Are aged in ripe futons,
But I’m not picky.



Dressing so creamy,
Poured on chicken so steamy,
Greek Steve’s is dreamy.



Your ample portions,
Cause my stomach contortions,
Sweet bile abortions.



5 minutes away,
With the Fanueil delay,
Make sure eyes don’t stray.



Which worker is Steve,
Who beguiles us to believe,
That salad is great?



Vertical spinning,
Flavorful juices dripping,
Work I’ll be skipping.



There’s really no line,
Tricking those who wish to dine,
That everything is fine.



Steve is not from Greece,
Lies he makes us all believe,
Boston tourists fleeced.