"Short description: Unfortunately very disappointing! Operation 4 stars, Ambience 3 stars, Eating 1 star, Toilets 1 star.... The Greek restaurant “Hellas Taverna” is located at the end of the street “Herrendamm”. We travel with friends, parking on the free parking of the sports centre. The restaurant awaits with a room with about 10 tables of different sizes; in an adjoining room are further tables and chairs. The ambience: The ceiling reminds me of a Chinese restaurant, the furniture of a village agritourism, the walls with many photos of a bar... In short, at first glance, I do not find myself in a Greek restaurant. On the tables are bright yellow table runners, candle with it and a mini bass of about 5 cm size with Greek motifs; Väschen is also everything that concerns my attention in Greek design. What is more important: some light bulbs/lamps in the room are either out of function for cost reasons or they are simply broken!? The menus, immediately brought by the service, promise the usual suspects: grilled meat, fish, salads, desserts... I decide for the number 20 chicken breast fillet from the grill with roasted vegetables, tzatziki, patates and small salad supplement at €10,50. My three companions choose other dishes. The drinks are served very quickly, we wait for a beaten hour for our food and the restaurant is only half loaded... At first glance, the food still looks delicious, at second glance I notice that the fried vegetables are missing. While I still refer to the lack of vegetables, Mr LUT reports abundant salty patties and our friend points to a black-charred French and half a raw piece of meat on a spit. My friend mentions chewing hard, never eating so hard and dry gros. If the operation is in the auditorium, I mention the missing vegetables. He regrets, offers me an espresso as a accusation. Thank you, honey, but I'd like the vegetables. He goes and I actually expect the delivery of the vegetables... I'll wait. Unfortunately, this was not the end of the flag bar – one of the two small fillets is not fried, partly still raw, a fact that completely spoiled my appetite in poultry. Each of us four leaves a part of the food on the plates, extremely hard gyros, the black upper and lower part of a frying band, the raw meat piece of the spear, the raw meat of the fillet, some salted patates... And while we wait for the service to ask for the bill, I will make a visit to the ladies' room. In the front area it is bright, in the rear area much darker. Of the five radiators over the six toilet cabins, 3 are defective. Unfortunately, in the half-dark, I notice too late that no toilet paper in the box in the cabin I picked up – just good that I have a clean bag towel... As it belongs, I wash my hands, hold them in front of the sensor and expect a paper towel that should actually roll out of the donor. Don't do it – the donor is empty! Looking to dry toilet paper in the other five toilet cabins? No, thanks. With wet hands and annoying mood, I return to the table. We share all four of the service in friendly but also clear words our disappointment. The man is obviously uncomfortable, he has the mistakes that others have bleededed out. In view of the remaining remains on the plates with their clearly visible defects, he only offers us to calculate the beverages. We accept the offer, but we would like to have paid more and had a culinary evening for it. The service deserves respect. The man was sovereign and accommodating with the misery. Maybe there's a second chance with a later update."