Atmosphere: A simple Greek dining room above a popular Greek sandwich spot in Georgetown.
Price Range: From fine and filling things at $3.25 to kebab or lamb chops at $5.95.
Hours: Sundays and Tuesdays through Thursdays, from 5 p.m. to 11 p.m.; Fridays and Saturdays, from 5:30 p.m. to 12:30 a.m.; closed Mondays.
Special Facilities: Small children can be accommodated. Steep flight of stairs makes wheelchair accessibility near zero, sad to say. Parking is a trick.
Reservations: Maybe on a weekend, but not necessary when we were there.
Credit Cards: American Express, Master Charge, Visa.
At first my 11-year-old son and I figured for sure that the gods were angry at us. Why else would they whip up the winds, burl bolts of lightning, crash skies together and pelt Georgetown with water when we were out for a night on the town?
We huddled in the doorway of a novelty store - the kind that sells those awful Jimmy Carter dinner plates and little, breakable Washington Monument key chains - until the rains subsided to a torrential level and we could run for it.
Soaked and starved, we splashed to the doorway of Ikaros on M Street. Now, if you're up on your Greek mythology, he's the fellow who got a pair of wax wings from his dad, buzzed the sun and cracked up. But if you're also up on your Georgetown eateries, Ikaros has been the home for the last eight years or so of "airborne pizza" and the Gyro sandwich, which we'll explain in a bit.
Very well, you say, but the little information box with this column doesn't say "Ikaros." That's right, and here's where the mythology goes haywire, for the way we heard it first, Dedalos was the father of Ikaros. But in Georgetown the Dedalos Room is the two-month-old offspring of Ikaros.
It's upstairs, and be sure to look up when you go up, for there's a wacky overhead vineyard of fake grapes hanging down near the ivy growing along the stairwell.
The room is simple and jolly - though only once of the 20 or so tables was occupied on this stormy Tuesday evening. Best touch of all are the fake windows, complete with woodenslat folding shutters, which have color photos of Greek scenes pasted up behind them.
By the time a most friendly hostess had supplied us with menus, a milk, an iced tea and an apology for the fact that the liquor license hasn't come through yet, we no longer felt sorry for ourselves while the other half of the family was out of town for a few days.
Orectika - appetizers - range from cheeses at $1 to stuffed grape leaves at $1.45 on up to a combination of everything for $3.95.
But let us tell you about the soup - Avgolemono - described on the menu as chicken broth with egg, lemon and rice or pasta. I ordered a cup of it for 60 cents. My son ordered a bowl of it for 90 cents. I wished I'd ordered a bowl of it. I was informed unequivocally that this was "the best original soup we've had" - and I wouldn't quarrel. It's a light cream of chicken, gingerly spiced and lemony.
That, along with our basket of bread, carried us smoothly to the main course. For my companion, it was shish kebab at $5.95 - not lamb, for we were informed that the lamb market that day had not been worthy enough and so it would be beef tenderloin.
It would also be plentiful - four big chunks with a fine, deep-grilled flavor, accompanied by two suprisingly good boiled potatoes on a plate "set up nicely," as its attacker observed, in some rice. Add, too, a large Greek salad with peppers, tomatoes, lettuce, olives, cucumbers, feta cheese, radishes, red cabbage, carrot slices and onion.
All right - earlier we referred to something called Gyro, which is a specialty here. As we understood it, Gyro (roughly pronounced "hee-ro") is ground-up beef and lamb packed together. Anyway, I ordered the Gyro-plate at $3.25 and had a swell time.
What arrived was a plate filled with little slices of the stuff and lots of pita bread. You make sandwiches. There were other things on the plate: two onion slices, two little potatoes, a slice of tomato, a radish and bowl of some thick, white sauce with an olive sitting in the center of it - all of which I ignored in favor of the stuff-the-pita-with-Gyro game.
Everything on the menu, incidentally, including a sirloin butt steak, was under $6, and if what we had was representative, you'd have to work to misfire on this fare.
Desserts, too, were many and tantalizing. But having now dieted to the point where my middle is down to roughly the size of the Capital Beltway, I forewent them (if that's the word), while watching a generous $1 slice of baklava go away before my eyes. My source said it was nothing short of excellent - spicy, thick and fresh.
So as you may have gathered, the Dedalos Room was anything but a hardship post. For a total of $13.72 plus tip, the Greek gods had done extremely well by us, and never mind the chronology of who begat whom - for we still cherish our myth-for-tune.