I was once the king of a great high school in Sydney’s South West.
Ok, it wasn’t a great high school but it was definitely a high school.
And no I wasn’t really the king, but it was in a suburb called Kingsgrove.
You know what else is in Kingsgrove?
A great souvlaki/gyro place by the name of Kefi Souvlaki Bar.
A local favourite that has a knack for attracting non-locals like myself, Kefi is one of Sydney’s best places for a gyro fix. Featuring all the favourites (lamb, chicken, beef) as well as pork belly, soft shell crab and some other fine remixes fresh off the grill. It’s like if I was a classical music specialist who engaged in rap battles over the weekend.
Let’s have a look at some of the sweet music on display:
Look at the glorious amount of feta laced out over the chips. I could barely take my fries off my eyes. Wait, that didn’t come out right.
The chips however came out more than right. Super crunchy, I loved the rich and bitter flavour that the oregano brought to the table.
Yes, that is a chip stuffed into the pita bread. I love it when restaurants do my handywork for me. I’m a huge fan of Kefi’s warm pita bread. It’s quite soft yet solid enough to not let all the jucies and sauce soak through. The tomato, onion and parsley are fresh and the chips provide a crunch to go with the smoky lamb.
I’m a big fan of tsatziki so the grainy nature of the spread was a huge plus for me. This would’ve been ridiculous if it had some chili as well.
Ah well, just a small thing to lamb-ent about.
What’s the difference between a kebab and gyro you say? Honestly, not that much outside of Turkey and Greece. The meat is still prepared on a spit,shaved off and placed within the soft pita bread (there goes my book signing tours in Greece and Turkey). However, Kefi decides to separate itself from the competition with some super distinct offerings.
The saganaki sauce is rich in tomato flavour and looks like blood; which is appropriate because it’s bloody amazing. I counted four fat king sized prawns swimming in the pool of vampire sustenance. You know how some places that serve seafood have that distinct frozen flavour/texture in the food they served? Not here they don’t. The saltiness of the feta was also a great dimension to this roll of joy.
Food-prawn at its absolute finest.
I remember every single time I’ve been snubbed or looked over.
The time I was at a bloggers’ event and the host ran around introducing herself to everyone, got to me, asked who I was then said she had never heard of me before.
The time I was walking through Haymarket and a person handing out brochures gave one to everyone who walked ahead of me, glanced at me and didn’t offer one to me (it was probably for something like an inexpensive Thai massage but still).
Where was I going with this? Right, eating the pork belly baklava gyro felt like the exact opposite of this. It drew me into its sweet and tender embrace and it didn’t feel like it was leaving me even as it spiralled its way into my stomach acids.
Every bite of the fatty pork belly took me to Nirvana. Not being able to have this daily is the Kurt Cobane of my existence.
Think of these as big, fat, Greek donuts.
Served piping hot and smothered in honey and caramel fudge sauce, do-nut even look at them if you’re on a diet. They also come with a syringe filled with syrup (choose from chocolate, caramel, apple & cinnamon and berry) and we opted for the berry variation.
The berry sauce made the donuts look as though they were covered in blood which is appropriate because they were bloody amazing.
Just like everything else at Kefi.
Here’s the TL;DR for everyone that thought I would make at least one Greece Lightning reference:
– I know, me being a school captain is about as unrealistic as me having a Master’s degree…wait what?
– I’m still alive but I’m belly breathing. Just pray to a God that I don’t belly-ve in. Cause I got time but I ain’t got pork belly baklava everyday…
– I consider myself extremely (souv)laki to have had the pleasure of sampling all the delicious stuff at Kefi
Kefi Souvlaki and Pizza Bar, Kingsgrove
231 Kingsgrove Road
Closed on Mondays
Tuesday – Thursday: 11:30 – 10:00
Friday: 11:30 to 11 PM
Saturday: 11:30 to 11:00
Sunday: 11:30 to 10:00
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