At six o'clock one Saturday evening, I called Santorini Taverna to see if they could accommodate a party of three later that night. "We're not taking any more reservations," the hostess screeched above the din. "And we don't take names over the phone, so you'll just have to come in." Okay, I thought, a bit surprised—since when were the suburbs known for their crowds? "How long is the wait?" I asked. "About 45 minutes—but we have free ouzo shots, and... More >>>
Santorini Taverna: Is it a family place or a party palace?