Great Seafood at Akrogiali in Methoni

Acrogiali fish tavern is sort of located on the water. With the receeding shore line, there are light waves hitting one side of the restaurant. From table 19, we only had a gate and a few feet of height separating us from the water. The restaurant was still not full at 9.30. 

There was no lobster on the menu, but there was crab. The suggested mix was spaghetti. Not being one to want to break into crusteceans to get a paltry piece of meat out of it, I opted for the grilled porgy.

I ordered a side of oven-baked potatoes. I’m sure they’d have been delicious if not over-lemoned. But maybe that was just my fear of getting acid stomach. The bland long thin beans were very good, but overcooked. 

We started off with the grilled octopus. Perfect. Delicious. Just salt and pepper to season. Adding lemon is a must. This was unadulterated octopus. Fat and all. Perhaps the best I’ve ever had. The big portion was reasonably priced, as was everything else on the menu. 

The porgy was one of the best I’ve had. The best thing here is the freshness of the day. For best results, order the type of fish you want the day before. The wait staff is exemplary and the atmosphere is exquisite.

Siesta with the Waves

I still have jetlag into my second full day on vacation. Instead of taking an elongated nap of 3 hours,  I thought I’d fare better mentally and physically by just renting an umbrella and a beach chair. It’s also fair to say that siestas are commonplace I’m the afternoon. If not a siesta, then a quiet event like drinking coffee or alcohol or playing backgammon. And always in a shaded, preferably windy, area. 
Okay. So back to today. It’s the third biggest holiday in the Greek Orthodox calendar.  Loosely translated,  it’s Virgin Mary day.  So the beach was taken almost strictly by tourists. The coffee shops were jampacked with locals treating each other to drinks. Some hung around till it was their turn and you can imagine how satiated things can become. I haven’t drunk alcohol in years, so I was into my third coffee when enough was enough. Yes, I’m boring company perhaps. 

The first few days are also days when you don’t drift too far and just start to unwind. 

Santorini from a single person’s perspective

As you come to the main Santorini port, you can no longer see the whitewashed houses. You see what looks like a big rock sliced in 2 in a very imperfect way. You look at the port and think back to how much your friends were exaggerating. Well, they weren’t.

The young lady’s name was Dimitra. She held up a sign saying Rooms to Let in English, German, and Greek. She was looking out for Greeks as I made myself more visible. They trust the Greek won’t ramshackle their cute little rooms. I approached her and got half the price she had quoted the German before me. And she also said it came with a ride.

I was well-rested from my 5-hour sleep on the boat. I felt secure in the car. I saw many tourists trying to properly climb a donkey and felt sorry for the creature as the angles to get up were almost like a straight line. 

Up on top there were more people with rooms. I guess Dimitra was privileged with a connection. I was in Chora, the main town. I was pretty unimpressed as it was full of noise and people. I went to my room to rest and take a shower.

This is one of the main beaches, Kamaria. All the beaches in Santorini have black sand and are not big. They are underpopulated compared to the people there. Needless to say, and rightfully so, Santorini is the only island I’d been to that didn’t boast their beach. And they are not right for me. They look too gothic for a Greek island. Structurally, they give me some kind of undefined phobia. 

It seems most of the swimming on the island takes place in the hotel swimming pools. Just look at the scenery.

On and on it goes. Just look at the beauty of this place. 

This is Oia, the second biggest and by far most beautiful town on the island. You need to travel these roads and bump into locals and tourists, artists, writers, see the rich and famous hiding themselves.

This was a delight. A trendy artsy acquaintance invited me up for a dip. Pure heaven. Best scenery you’ll ever be a part of.

This famous Greek celebrity didn’t want me to photograph her face.

How’s this for a dinner spot?

And the night never looked better.

Santorini is great, but must be seen either in a couple or with a group of friends. It is romantic but not sexy. It is classy yet not mundane. It is a postcard come to life.

And remember, find accommodations in Oia.

Mykonos, Bikinis, and the Chaotic Vacation

Seeing I’m 6 days away from my Greek vacation, I’d like to state I won’t be doing the Greek islands this time around. I don’t have time for a vacation after my vacation. Perhaps I’m aging badly. Perhaps my body is telling my brain it needs a break. Or probably vice versa. 

Look at the crowd above. Granted, there are much more serene places. But travel to the islands takes a toll on you.

No matter what beach you’re at, you need to look your best. Unless you’re nude sunbathing, here are a couple of popular bikini types this year. 

This is all the rage on the islands this year, especially for younger women. If your curves allow it, this is a must. Simple, classy, and comfortable. 

For women who are a bit more traditional and slightly older, a high bottom is in order and in style.  Show your good stuff while not overexposing yourself. 

Do you like to be active at the beach? Play volleyball and go for a dip in a nice sports bikini. Don’t lose out on comfort, quality, and style while doing more than sunbathing. 

This outfit is a bit more daring. It’s sure to turn heads. 

Finally, be more conservative and still look great in this sports suit that passes for a swimsuit. 

Meanwhile, I’ll just lay back and take in some waves. 

Petinos Bois Franc —Brunch Review 

I thought it was time to finally visit the latest location of Petinos. I had been to 2 others and one was plain and the other subpar. With the wave of new trendier brunch locales popping up,  I thought this one had to be different just to have a chance of succeeding. 

The rain was intermittent and there was a gothic feel when I entered the parking lot of the modern suburban strip mall located in Bois Franc,  an upper middle class neighbourhood. All the stores were brand new. There were a café and a supermarket open at this time. Petinos was at the eastern end of the strip. It looked like all the other locations I’d seen or been to from the outside. 

Above is how my double espresso long looked. The waiter apologized for the shortness, citing problems with making further hot water drip. He kindly offered me another short cup. I declined because I was afraid of my acid intake. The coffee was fine with a minimal amount of sugar. It was adequately frothy with a tinge of sweetener. I added only half a Stevia packet along with the sugar packet. I enjoyed the coffee. It was light yet bitter. 

After a couple sips, I looked around and unfortunately realised the owner hadn’t opted to stay with the trendiness of other new cafés. Though clearly an upgrade from the West Island location,  there was still too much rustic in a sea of faux nouveau chic. This would be good for a Greek or Italian dinner venue, but the dropped ball will make it impossible to catch up. Where’s Robert Irvine when you need him? 

I must say I made it hard for the waiter, especially because I wanted nothing fried. I wound up with a bagel and cream cheese, a smoked salmon side, along with to medium to firm poached eggs. There was a nice piece of watermelon with it and a less nice piece of cantaloupe. The watermelon was sweet and great. ‘Tis the season after all. 

The service was extremely polite and the owner was making sure he was running a tight ship. He personally came to apologize for the coffee which I appreciated. The hostess was unbelievably accommodating. The waiter was young, but on the ball. The atmosphere was noisy for the amount of people there. Again, blame it on the lack of the faux nouveau chic no matter what the real reason is. 

The menu choices are vast but not overdone. There is no originality, but everything seems to be apt. Adequate. I mean, you can’t fail the guy. And someone, someday, has to learn to stop giving me the poached eggs in an undersized ice cream dish. They were runny, unlike at home. 

The meal was good. Again, looking around, nothing was bad and nothing stood out. 

Can you eat that? My goodness. 

Anyway, run of the mill when it could have been much better. 

SERVICE : 9/10



FOOD: 7/10





Genie Bouchard — Next Great Reality Show Star? 

Update: After bowing out in the first round and complaining about having all the pressure of Canada on her shoulders, the beautiful Genie needs this more than ever.

Reality shows is the top-watched TV genre these days. You had Nicole Ritchie and Paris Hilton who brought it to the mainstream and it was popularized by the Kardashians. And there are so many angles you can cover and others that you can hide. In “Total Divas”, the WWE reality show, we get to see the wrestlers out of their athlete zone and peek into their personal lives. Don’t get me wrong, I miss the days when I didn’t have to go to cable networks to get quality shows. But I must admit I get fascinated by watching quality reality shows. These are few and far between. 

Life on the tennis circuit is rough, draining, and too repetitive. It takes a toll on your body and hardly leaves any free time. But Bouchard has found a solution to this —get eliminated in the early rounds. This will give you more twitter time and also free up your schedule for photo shoots, gallery openings, red carpet appearances, and so many other things. It is perfect for getting some “reality” into your life and giving it to the fans. Depending on the quality and maturity of the content, it may even make it to the very respected Tennis Channel or ESPN instead of E!. 

Bouchard has become the Anna Kournikova of today’s tennis world. Most people will eventually lust over her photo op skills rather than her tennis skills. Think about how much better the distraction of reality can be for her. No more nasty true tennis fans writing hurtful tweets to her, telling her to practice her stroke when she posts a beautiful photo on Instagram. It’s hard to get Canadians angry, but she’s done it. 

Once touted as the next great number 1 tennis player, she is now trying to break the top 50, usually having to qualify for major tournaments. It seems she was a one trick pony and she got figured out. So much for the great Westmount hope. But there are many teens waiting to represent Canada that can take her place. And one day there will be a Wimbledon winner from Canada. 

Yes, I might be demanding too much of Genie. After all, it’s hard to do so many things optimally. But I’m easy. She can just be average in 3 things instead of great at one.  And think of the global fame that comes with it. 

Genie, let go and heed my advice. We want to see you at the beach on TV, not just in pictures.