After walking some districts in Athens, I can only conclude that the entire population comes out to eat a night. Late.
Knowing the first rule of choosing a place to eat is to steer clear of any that need spruikers, we wander the back streets when we found this guy. Looks fair-dink we thought.
And it was. That’s the wife in the background at the ovens. Son is waiting the tables. What we got was the most honest, humble and tasty food of our trip. This Greek salad was simple perfection – the image not doing it justice.
And the lamb chops you see on the grill? – to die for.
There is a little family magic here.