We had walked around the old village, seen the ancient streets and decided to have a light lunch before driving back to our accommodation and later heading out for dinner.
The host at Marouva welcomed us as warmly as is the custom here and brought the menus. We chose to have the house salad, one portion of chicken souvlaki, one fried squid, one chicken fillet and some local sausages.
The salad was a deceptively simple affair but, by common consent, a high benchmark against which other salads may be measured. The key to this high accolade was the dressing made with orange juice and balsamic, together mixed with the orange pieces tossed through the otherwise standard Greek salad of cucumber, red onion, olives, tomato and feta cheese.
We felt the menu might have made clear that the dish of 'local sausages' was just that and no more, but the other selections some of which were fortified by fried potatoes meant no-one went hungry. In fact, not hungry by such a margin that we no longer needed to head out for dinner.
There was, as we have begun to expect, a complementary dessert and a small glass flask of what in Italy would be called grappa.
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