Ok, let's get focused for a second. The grilled octopus. Think of all the swear words you know, including all the manky ones you've learned in other languages... this is exactly what was going through my head when I ate this. I'm a big fan of grilled octopus so I'm quite discriminating when it comes to eating it. Served with red onions, capers, drizzled with olive oil and peppered with oregano, this dish was so far off the fucking scale delicious, I was ready to punch fellow diners at other tables in the neck and rip the flat screen off the wall. Tender and supple, the octopus was swimming in sex.