I had lunch on a makeshift terrace at a Japanese gastropub called Birdman, whose inventive yakitori-esque cuisine was some of the best I’d ever tasted.
On a recent trip to Crete, I found myself alone in Athens for two whole days (a long, COVID-related story). I stayed in the former artisan area of Psiri, which is now considered one of the more up-and-coming neighborhoods. I strolled the cobbled, winding streets of Plaka, the historical center that’s home to the Acropolis, sidewalk cafes, and traditional (albeit touristy) Greek tavernas. I had lunch on a makeshift terrace at a Japanese gastropub called Birdman, whose inventive yakitori-esque cuisine was some of the best I’d ever tasted. I bought artisanal olive oil and mountain tea from a deli-sized gourmet grocery store and treated myself to natural wine and a cheese plate for dinner at Heteroclito, the Greek version of a Parisian wine bar.