Come dine with me in Corfu
Feeling peckish? This week Susie, our Product Performance Manager, discusses Greek Cuisine in Corfu.
As a self confessed foodie, I always enjoy trying new things when travelling overseas and at home. While the cuisine is a big part of my experience, the location is just as important. In 3 busy days in Corfu, I visited a number of great spots that combined both perfectly.
My first lunch was with colleagues by the marina just on the edge of Corfu town. They chose a selection of local, simply prepared dishes to share while we watched the luxurious yachts come and go. Later, we were on the western side of the island in the charming sandy bay of Paleokastritsa. Having visited the small Greek Orthodox monastery which sits above the bay, we stopped for a drink in a café with views across the sea. Watching the boats pass back and forth as the sun began to set was incredibly relaxing and helped me forget the 4am start that morning.
Having visited a number of resorts the next day, we stopped for a late lunch at Vitamins on the outskirts of Nisaki. While it sounds like a contemporary café specialising in detox juices, it is a lovely, family run restaurant with spectacular sea views. I could have sat there for hours eating baked feta cheese with honey but there was work to be done.
As I was staying in Corfu Town, I was able to see what a buzzing place it is for tourists and locals alike. The backstreets are full of smart looking bars with people spilling out into the streets where the music and conversation was humming. I couldn’t miss an opportunity to dine on the Liston, the famous elegantly colonnaded street which reminded me of Paris and Bologna. The traditional cafes staffed by welcoming waiters were busy with families stopping for ice cream and old men catching up on news. I enjoyed the people watching with a simple Greek salad.
I had a morning to myself before handing in the keys to the hire car so got up early and headed back up the coast. I couldn’t come to Corfu and not see where the Durrells had lived. Avlaki is a beautiful bay and the White House, one of their former homes, is now a restaurant and hotel. The sea was calm and a yacht which had moored there for the night set off around the coast as I waited for breakfast. My final coffee was delicious and I enjoyed watching the cats playing. Were they distant relatives of some rescued by Gerald Durrell? Who knows.