As we were shown to our selected table, a waiter quickly replaced the top tablecloth with a fresh, white starched one and presented us with two menus.

We ordered wine whilst we were making our minds up, and a very quaffable house dry red turned up in a litre jug at a very reasonable 8€. We weren’t overly hungry this evening, so we skipped starters and went straight into the main course.

Caroline opted for a chicken souvlaki, whilst I chose the chicken breast stuffed with cheese and ham. The food arrived quickly and was piping hot, something you can’t always rely on in Greece. Caroline’s souvlaki was enormous, and she was glad that she hadn’t been tempted by a starter. A skewer around a foot long was laden with huge chunks of charcoal-cooked chicken, red and green peppers, onions, and garlic. This was served with the ubiquitous French fries, salad, and bread.

My chicken was also very nicely presented and cooked along with salad, potatoes, vegetables, and tzatziki, a yogurt, cucumber, and garlic dip.

We ate slowly so as not to fill up too quickly, as the portions were very large, but we ploughed on through, aided and abetted by the cool wine, an excellent digestive.

We both cleared our plates, belched, and swore we would never eat again. But we didn’t escape so easily. Baclavas were brought out free of charge, along with an ouzo each, which Caroline detests, so I happily polished her’s off, too.

We were never rushed or asked to vacate our seats, even though the evening had wore on and several people were waiting to sit. The bill, or logarismo, was just 25€ (£18/$34), which, considering the size of the plates and quality of food, was very reasonable. We ate here twice more during our stay and were never disappointed.