Khoury’s Restaurant

We live in Washington, so we have been here a couple times. It’s very clean and well lit and there are usually a few families there. The service is just ok — usually pleasant people wait on you, but they can be slow and understaffed at times so expect to wait a bit for your food.
The food is usually very good — it’s greasy, a mix between Mediterranean selections (Gyros and greek salad) and American food. It wasn’t the best, it wasn’t the worst greek food I’ve ever had. The service was what got me — it was just slow and the girl who made my salad didn’t wear gloves to prepare it — that bothered me a bit, but she seemed new.
I will go back here again, I just think their staff need to be managed a little better and trained to work a little quicker.

Of the few legitimate pleasures in life, one I will never tire of is a place like this. Those restaurants where the menu is advertised like a concession stand at a sporting event. Where you’ll pay 5 bucks and change to get enough food to last a day and a half. They have no stand-​out special dishes because to do that would be a contradiction in terms with the ethos of an establishment like this. You know exactly what you’re getting when you walk into the place, and you’re a fool to think otherwise.
My highly positive impression of this place is insignificant without a background story of the one time I’ve eaten there. It was a somber Monday afternoon a few months ago. I awoke around 1 PM and found myself still pretty buzzed from the previous night. I had the night off, so I figured it senseless to terminate a good thing and proceeded to day drink until it was a dignified hour to go exploit free pool all day and night at the bar in the middle of town a couple of miles from my house. Right as I was about to pass this place, it started pouring down rain. I figured that being drenched is usually shitty and greasy food complements incumbent inebriation well, so I stopped in.
I was the only person in the joint walking in. The owner was the only person in the restaurant, and attentively took my order. I got a tenderloin and some fries. My assessment of the dish? It was a fucking platter of tenderloin and fries from a diner. Tasty, especially for my ethanol-​ravaged stomach, but exactly what you’d expect. The food has nothing to do with why I implore you to patronize this establishment.
Given how destitute the conditions were outside, I was the only patron in the restaurant for a good half an hour. During that time, the owner took a keen interest in engaging with me about the finer points in life, my education, and his family. Upon bringing me my food, he politely asked if he would be imposing if he sat across from me. Of course, I assured him it was no bother and we spent the next 30 minutes swapping stories about our respective lives while enjoying simple comfort food.
It is of paramount importance to understand how vital an establishment like this is given our current climate of algorithmic consumption. Here we have a man that takes complete pride in his otherwise dime-​a-​dozen, time-​tested business, and engages with his customers on a personal level with a degree of earnestness that is unrivaled. If you’re going to a place like this for a gastronomical revelation, you’re an idiot. My one interaction with the owner is a flagship example of a single person believing in their small role in their respective community and performing their duties with unrepentant pride. If you find that trivial, scurry along to the latest hyped restaurant staffed with people that couldn’t care less about you and go fuck yourself.

I was excited to find a mediterranean place in the area, that has falafel! I went in to order it and stood there while the dude looked at me for a while. Finally he acknowledged me and I went to order some falafel and he said they are out. Why would you have a business with a big sign outside advertising that you have falafel and then be out of it? I asked what else is good on the menu and he didn’t reply. I took that as a cue and left. Screw this place. Also, the girl cooking the food behind the counter was not using any hair restraint, this is violation of the health code.

Hate to have to do it, but this place was just ok. The Gyro was incredibly greasy and lacking flavor. The fries were breaded and looked like they were going to be awesome, but were just ok. The standout was the bread that the sandwich was on. They sell hummus here and that dipped in hummus would be awesome.

This place is pretty good. The owner is a real good guy and he takes great pride in his place. It’s always a joy to eat here.

Went out with my grandparents. They have been here many times and I had a great experience when I joined them today. Great food and price!

If you are ever in Washington, IL, I STRONGLY suggest this place! The food is outstanding, the owner «Sarkis» is incredibly accommodating. I was down on a mission trip for disaster relief clean-​up after the tornado with 9 others and everyone was so impressed with the food we went back again and we were not disappointed. Ask Sarkis to play his drum for you, he is fantastic!

Khoury’s provides consistently excellent food and service.
My husband usually gets the super gyro and I get the falafel sandwich. Both are amazingly good.

Ate there one time for lunch and the gyros were very good. We just got back from having their catfish strip dinner. They were cooked perfectly! Best catfish I’ve ever had! Fried mushrooms were jumbo-​sized and tasted wonderful. I’d definitely recommend this place to anyone who likes Greek or fish.

Good gyros and reasonably priced