Fifty Fifty

It's always hard walking around tourist centres trying to find a good meal. So much is thrust in your face and so few do I trust. I normally ignore those that approach but one guy seemed to have a certain sincerity in his voice so we entered. Sitting at the back I was slightly mesmerised by the mural that blended in with the furniture. It played with your eyes. We ordered gyros (a bit like kebab but much better) and meat on a skewer, starting with a Greek salad. It was all great. The salad was so fresh and full of flavour, the meat was barbecued and just what we needed. I wanted something local, something simple. But the meal became really special when we were served, for free, a plate of melon, some Turkish (or Greek) delight and about four or five shots of local brandy. It was a great finish to the meal and they were so kind to us. This is just what we were looking for.