It’s time to declare that Londoners are waking up to Cycladic islands other than Santorini and Mykonos. They’re visiting Sifnos and dining at Cantina, Nus and Omega 3; they’re drinking assyrtiko they tried at a taverna on Milos and aren’t suffering from the Provencal Rose Paradox.
Greek and Cypriot food is nothing new in London. We’ve long been blessed with pork souvlaki, spinach and feta pies and quality meze, but in recent years there has been a distinctive rallying cry, a move towards celebrating more of the Aegean and with a keener, more detailed eye.
