I seated myself on their patio, where I enjoyed first one, then two bottles of Upper Canada Dark Ale. I lack both the experience and the vocabulary needed to describe just why I liked it, though I do feel confident in saying that these have a nicely bitter taste to them. The food that accompanied it--pork souvlaki in a pita, French fries, and a Greek salad--wasn't anywhere near the same range. The souvlaki was a bit overcooked, I fear, and the fries were indifferent at best. Worst of all was the Greek salad, which was barely more than a great wet clump of feta cheese on lettuce with some olives underneath. The indifferent service wasn't a credit to the Village Rainbow, either.
I left the Village Rainbow dissatisfied, reminded of what the great American sociologists discovered in their mid-century analyses of the political economies of urban ghettoes: You can do anything to captive markets.