Our story
Our story begins bere, in this very same yard ... thanks to the unfailing hospitality of our grand father Captain Manolis and our grandmother Melachrini.
Ι remember the yard always bursting with people...
Plentiful were also the aromas spreading in the air from our freshly brewed coffee, appetizer platters and glasses filled with ouzo, grilled fish, fried goodies that grandma used to make with her own hands and of course fresh-cut watermelon!
It was a time when there were no cell phones and grandma's voice could reach the port across the distance. Sometimes I think I can still hear her! Every summer the young and old would come together. Happy voices, laughter, light hearts!
Grandpa preferred the shade under the large plane tree where he used to prepare the longlines for fishing. Ι remember the fish writhing in the crates and him putting them in order with great care despite his tiredness; the shuttle in his hands "catching fire" when he was mending the nets with patience and persistence. He used to open the mussels with his penknife, sprinkle them with lemon and feed his grandchildren in turns.
Our grandparents took such a good care of us and they stood beside us through joy and sorrow. We have so many beautiful memories and we still keep them alive!
We sail for a magical journey to taste every single year... since 1991.
Food made with love
The list of "Captain Manolis" begins with a whole series of mussel recipes, one more delicious than the other. Cooking soul, the worthy cook Smaro Andrioti. She did not study. She learned to cook from her mother, Mrs. Melachrini, who cooked and still cooks great and who had learned the art of cooking from her own mother.
The restaurant started out of necessity and when he left, her grandmother and then her mother continued.
After a short break, she reopened it in 1991 with her sister and, for 20 years now, has been working non-stop. Her father became a fisherman and together with her brother, her son and her nephew they have their own boats and wind turbines. From there come the spartan fish. Her husband, a refugee from Pasalimani in the Black Sea, is a fan of food, but he is an artist and creates using metal parts. What does he create? Ships… One of them decorates the entrance of the restaurant.