Diamond Fish Tavern in Thammare, in Palia Fokaia

Bengalis must have stood out to me as I was studying the menu. Well, a fish bar without some malt? No shrimp pasta? No ceviche, bro? But this is the source! Tsssssssssssss, none of the trendy fishmonger deals here? But what is this place? Where did I bring you? I’ll tell you right away.

In an unlikely place in Themari, after Palaia Fokaia, on a hill in the settlement, between a few houses and olive and allan fields, this unlikely shop is hidden. On a hill, a terrace from another time, improbable and somewhat hidden, with pebble and mulberry trees whose beneficial shade delighted customers streaming from the cliffs on the gentle nearby beaches. We came from Haracas, not even 15 minutes away. From here you can see the silhouette of the Attic landscape, the most beautiful terrain in the world, soft brown-green hills, and in the distance the sparkling Saronic Sea. beauty.

This stunning pub, with old table seating, was started many years ago elsewhere, in Baralaki, by Grandma Antigone, with her own meats and cheeses, as the family are all cattle farmers. This bar, when you look at it and the sparkle shines in your eyes, because the unique innocent aesthetic soothes the suffering of your soul, is now “run” by future generations and grandchildren. Jewel shop. Simple and important, because it depends on raw materials. Pan, grill, that’s it.

The fish, divine fish, fresh and well nourished. Blackfish, mullet and larger fish are taken from the extended family fishmongers in Palaia Fukaya. Invincible! There is nothing more sea to table. Small fish, anchovies, sardines and flounder are taken from Lavrio, a short walk away. We got sea buckthorn: soft boiled but green and fresh. Beautiful oil. We got feta cheese, nice creamy mytilene, and chewy, lightly fried bread, like Georgian khachapuri. Lucamadine potatoes, perfect, eaten by hand, to lick your fingers. We got the breaded marida, deliciously salted and fried. The frying pan is as light as a caress, peeling the skin of the fish and trapping its juices inside. We got the mullet we ordered. Oh Gods: Juice, juice! My sweet flesh, I didn’t have time to clean up for little Maria. No lemon of course, good grilled fish just needs salt. The hardest part was that Christina was almost paraphrasing next to her: “I have time to enjoy myself so much!”

The drawback: The zucchini had drunk a little oil, so the pan tired here, but the zarzavatiko was excellent, all sweet. Major downside: no bottled wine. The menu also has a few entrees in addition to the current meats: I’ve been told the best are ribs, lamb and lamb. Meat from their breeders.

We will be back, because we miss shops like this and we have to somehow encourage them not to change and make up train shop style.

Macrodimitrion, Themare, Tel: 22910-37503. Daily from 12.00. Cost: about 25-30 euros per person for fish (with beer).