This Mediterranean restaurant brings palm trees, karaoke pods, and mezze to Old East Dallas. Inside the dining room, with large Palladian windows and plush barrel chairs, female servers in midriff-baring dresses pass around small plates, kebab platters, and scandalously named cocktails. Male employees, in black T-shirts and pants, are more often seen shuttling billowing hookahs to the spacious patio. We focused on the food and quite enjoyed the cheese man’oushe: a thin Lebanese flatbread with brined akawi and gooey mozzarella cheeses peppered with slightly bitter nigella seeds. The sumac-sprinkled tzatziki served with za’atar-heavy pita was another spice-laden standout. Our favorite, though, was the lettuce-less Greek salad, a vivid mound of vegetables surrounding warm, salty halloumi. It outshone the Lebanese Caesar, which lacked freshness and flavor despite a generous application of tahini dressing. As for the chicken shawarma, it would’ve been better had it not been wrapped in dry, brittle lavash and sliced into fourths for the sake of presentation.