@Rosiland - One of my most memorable meals was in Crete. The late ex-Mrs B and I were there on a last minute £99 holiday in the early 80s, staying in a tiny village near Chania. It was out of season and the village taverna was closed, but we discovered that there was one not too far away up in the hills. We managed to find it but were disappointed to find nothing happening - the place was dark, with just two men playing Tavoli. One of them saw us turning away from the gate and rushed over, dragging us in and sitting us down. He had virtually no English and I have no idea what we ate that night, he just brought whatever he had, but it was wonderful, and later he sat and told us, mostly in sign language how he'd been to England as a child for an operation. His abiding memory of the trip was being driven in the doctor's car - a 'Yag-wah'! A few nights later we went back to find the place absolutely heaving with what looked like an enormous family party. Again we turned away in disappointment and again he rushed out and brought us back. He fetched another table and added us into the middle of the party, which turned out to be the entire village celebrating the island's saint's day. It was the full-on Greek restaurant experience all-singing and all-dancing, but for real, not for the tourists.