We started off with a loaf of warm bread and a plateful of dips - tsatziki, baba ganoush and taramasalata as well as some octopus. Great start as like seagulls we descended on the bread. The tsatziki was sharp and fresh, the baba ganoush garlicky and the taramasalata not overly fishy.
We tried to make a getaway but we were stopped by the waiter who shouted at us to stay seated for some free coffee. His shouting was jovial but laced with an edge so we stayed put and waited for the coffee. The coffee was thick, black, grainy with a sediment and was pretty nasty. I'm sure it was very authentic but not to our tastes - reminiscent of the Chinese herbal medicines my mum used to force me to drink. So we surreptitiously and as inconspicuously as possible made our way out to safety!
Our impressions of Jim's place was that it is a boisterous, rowdy and family style place. It's warm and homely. We enjoyed seeing what other people received to eat. Service is quick and undeniably of that old school slightly scary, as in you do what you're told but the waiter still smiles at you and you laugh with them out of fear. Yes it's somewhat manic and there is little room for romance but there's still a lot of love