In January 1999 I went on a university between-semesters travel course to Greece and Turkey. On one of the first days of our adventure, we spent hours in the tour bus heading for the amazing Meteora rock formations. My trusty DK Eyewitness travel guide to Greece hadn’t prepared me for the beautiful landscape. My mouth hung open and my camera never stopped clicking away as the bus wound it’s way back and forth on high, narrow roads, with no guard rail.
After we experienced the unbelievable cliff-high Greek Orthodox monastery, we got back on the bus headed down more twisty roads, finally stopping for something to eat in a small town. I believe it was named Kentpikon.
A few of us walked over to a restaurant called The Traditional Greek Kitchen. We walked into a tiny dining area. We couldn’t read the Greek menus; we had no idea what to order. The elderly couple that ran the restaurant rescued us and happily took us back to the kitchen. They showed us what was cooking in the pots simmering on the stove and filled our plates with whatever we pointed to. We sat down in wooden chairs at square tables covered in white cloth tablecloths to a meal of moussaka (I think), baklava and a glass bottle of Coke. We had the entire restaurant to ourselves. It was one of the most memorable and delicious lunches I’ve ever had.
So glad to see that it’s also a “Typical Greek Tavern!”
Your experience sounds like a real adventure.
Yep. They had all their bases covered!
That sounds wonderful.