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| - This was the day when the missus and I had pretty much had it with cooking. So, on a whim, we decided to try out this new Greek restaurant that I'd been nagging her about since I noticed that the renovation wrap had come down from the windows.
What a great idea! I truly amaze myself sometimes, I do.
We started off by sharing an order of saganaki, choosing the Kefalograviera over the Halloumi. It was wonderful, and I especially appreciated that the dish was not accompanied by a bevy of frantic wait-staff yelling Opa! Opa! then setting my food ablaze. Simplicity rules; and this dish needed no greek gyrations or Hellenic handstands to enhance the dish. This delicious fried melty cheese appetizer instead whispered to me that we were in good hands. Authentic hands. Hands from the Old Country that know that quality comes from the ingredients and preparation.
For the main, we ordered a bottle of Retsina, some chicken brochettes for the missus, and a plate of married sardines for myself. Honestly, I thought that "married sardines" was a typo and that they meant "marinated sardines" but no; these little sardines were sandwiched together then cooked with simple, tasty spices and served alongside grilled zucchini and a little bowl of mashed chickpeas (or something). The plate (see the photo I uploaded) reminded me of the fresh-from-the-sea sardines that I had had that one time in Paros so I was sublimely happy.
The Missus's brochettes were also delicious. She let me have a tiny nibble and no more. You know things are good when the missus doesn't share!
I should also mention that I learned something that night too. I've been a fan of Retsina since the *cough-cough* twentieth century and I was delighted when the waitress suggested that I try the wine with a squirt of Pepsi. Seriously. I had never heard that Retsina could be drunk this way and the expression on my face showed it. However, being adventurous I took her up on it and tried it. OPA!! adding Pepsi to Retsina wine turns it into a kind of Vermouthy aperitif! Amazeballs!! Best discovery ever!!
Desert? I wasn't hungry, but I knew that I wasn't ready to stop eating. I asked for the Loukoumades and was not disappointed. These light and fluffy deep-fried balls of happiness (think donut batter) were served piping hot and covered with a lovely sheen of greek honey. What a perfect way to end a meal.
My only negative comment on the evening would have to be about the chairs. They're not super comfy, but then again I completely stopped thinking about them the moment the food arrived.
I cannot wait to go back.
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