There is a teeny-tiny kitchen at the back of Atlantis Books and, after months of eating out, all I wanted was some home cooking. Lucky me, I have a duel traveling companion/budding chef who is all too happy to whip up stuffed peppers and Greek omletes at my beck and call. Trouble is, we quickly learned, when you plug in the oven here, the lights go out, so we spent our first evening in the dark with candles to light our plates. I tried my best to imagine it being romantic, but I have to confess I was mostly just terrified the shop would catch on fire.
I am happy to report it did not.