Literally famished after a 3am wake-up call and midnight arrival in Greece we debated just crashing or taking a stroll around the block to find a nibble. Happy we did, we strolled and stumbled into Blue Coyote, a traditional looking taverna, that was still miraculously serving patrons. Now the problem was, we were in it for more than a nibble without a real meal that day. We shared a gorgeous combination of feta wrapped in phyllo, pork souvlaki, and the most gorgeous, garlicky tzatziki.

I’m not sure if this place is always as as amazing as it was that night, but I’d be more than willing to return to find out.