This brought us out onto the main road that leads to the town, but about 1km from the centre. The evening was warm, so we walked arm-in-arm along the road in almost complete darkness until, as we turned a corner, an oasis of light appeared about 100 yards in front of us.

We were both ready for dinner, so we decided to climb the 25 or so stone steps up from the road into the Inixis and were glad we did so.

We were greeted warmly, as if we were old customers, by a young waiter who showed us to a table on the balcony with a stunning sea view had it been daytime. Menus appeared, and we were staggered by the low prices. But did this reflect the standard of the food, we wondered?

We ordered a litre of house red at an unbelievable 4,50€, and it was superb, dry and crisp and just the right temperature. We were rather hungry, so starters and mains were ordered, both of us plumping for the taramasolata served with garlic pita bread. Enormous portions duly arrived, and, to be honest, one between us would’ve been ample.

It was delicious and very, very fresh, so we managed to mop it all up between us. The main courses arrived within 3 minutes of finishing the starters. I had the chicken souvlaki and Caroline the stifado, a beef stew with onions and vinegar. Again, portions were huge, and we summoned every ounce of resolve not to leave anything on the plates. The chicken was tender and cooked just right, and Caz’s stifado was the "best she’d ever tasted."

After cramming all of this veritable feast down our throats, we finished the wine and sat back with distended stomachs threatening to snap our belts. The bill arrived – we couldn’t believe it! Two starters, two huge mains, and a litre of wine came to 19€(£13/$24). Like Tweedledum and Tweedledee, we waddled back to the apartment convinced that this had to be the best value in the universe.