On Thursday, before the world turned upside down, our retired lunch group met at a small mediterranean restaurant for our holiday get-together. Two of the group’s husbands had recommended this place, and we found their recommendations spot-on.
It’a a tiny little place, tucked into the corner of a very old strip mall, one of the first in Fresno, out on the north end of town. Times and businesses have moved on out farther, leaving this place behind. It’s not where you go to be seen, or to eat the newest menu item. But, the place is clean, the food outstanding, and the prices are a good deal.
The food runs the gamut from Persian to Mexican. They are currently taking orders for Christmas tamales. A big urn of hot tea sits out for everyone to partake of as they come in out of the cold. Hamburgers, salads, sandwiches share the menu with things like the Persian burger, for which the place is famous. A bowl of chicken cilantro soup was my choice for lunch, and it was delicious. I would like to return some time for that burger, though.
Before we left, after spending three hours sitting and talking about our lives, the owner graciously took our photo, outside, under the restaurant sign, which you will notice, he cut off. The restaurant is Express Grill.
All of us are retired from the large inner city school.