Thursday, January 27/2011

Thunderstorm in the night and the day is threatening, but not bad. Meet with Maggi, Jane and Bill at an Indian restaurant with fairly good reviews for dinner. The good reviews aren't helping it much. For most of the evening we're the only party there - seems to be another for part. The food is nice enough - though the highly ambitious menu does lead one to assume much of it must be frozen. Veggie samosas are excellent and we order a variety of mostly chicken or lamb dishes, which, fortunately, Jane suggests we share Chinese restaurant style so that we all get a taste of several. Not bad at all. The service is polite to the point of gratitude though it takes some effort to waken anyone to ask for coffee. We order Cypriot coffee (which is on the menu) and should have been warned when the young Indian waiter is unfamiliar with the terms sketo and metrio (no sugar and medium amount of sugar) and also asks if we want milk - never served with Cypriot coffee. The result is odd, but drinkable. The writing is on the wall though Fourteen euros each is a lot of money for what is not a lot of food. You can do much better along this road, and with food at least as good.