Foteini A.
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Caught by the penetrating gaze of her majesty Monica Bellucci, I was forced to stop my purposeless stroll in down-town Athens tiny alleys. “What is this place?” my mind wondered, as I found myself amazingly lucky enough to comfortably slip into a conveniently empty sit, with the invaluable help of an accommodating waiter.
Twenty minutes later, half way through an Adriano Celentano evoking song -that took me right back to my second trip to Firenze- and under the influence of my first glass of a deliciously youthful rose sparkling wine (Piperato), my friends have finally arrived and almost immediately began to blend with charming random customers from the next table.
As this promising night progressed, lavish plates landed in our table and the only thing that could lift my eyes from the surprisingly attractive crowd was that merciless burrata-pistachio bologna-rocket plate, that artichoke-cherry tomatoes-bread bathed in olive oil made in heaven trio and that twisted sick potato chips covered in prosciutto crudo-jalapenos-cornichons.
Whoever thought of this last plate, is an absolute genius.
Definitely going back!