Wednesday night bikers night at The Station Cafe.
A stopover on my way back from an afternoon in Winchester.
Tonight only about half a dozen bikers had turned up. Maybe too cold and dark, maybe they think now winter regime only once a month.
No special, usually a special.
In September, I had regretted not having their moussaka, as it looked good. Last week they said moussaka today. No moussaka, I had looked forward to it. The chef offered to make moussaka just for me. I thought he was joking. But no.
I popped to Waitrose, came back, and moussaka was served with a little salad.
It was delicious.
Until last week in Athens, I had never had moussaka. Sadly, it is typical pub fare, white chiller van hotted up. That is why I never have it.
In Pieros Tavern, outside Protaras, I was told customers complained if they did not have moussaka made by his wife, as they could tell the difference.
I had king prawns one lunchtime, shared with a friend, then on their last night before they closed, kleftiko. On both occasions their excellent red wine, first time a glass, second time, two bottles. But did not try their moussaka.
On the side of a wall in Plaka, the recipe for moussaka, though I did not note it down.
In Restaurant Plaka, souvlaki. But I thought, I cannot be in Athens and not have moussaka, therefore one night moussaka. My first taste of moussaka.
A huge portion, served with nothing else.
It did not though compare with moussaka at The Station Cafe, which was excellent
The Station Cafe has recently changed hands. Fears that it would be downhill onwards, have proved to be unfounded.
When moussaka is the special on bikers night, The Station Cafe is a must