Tonight, you’re having dinner in a Grecian fishing village that’s 65 degrees and breezy.
Also, minor detail: that Grecian fishing village, well, it’s actually a bistro in Buena Vista.
But it has ouzo (a lot of it). And it has air-conditioning (a lot of it).
So, table for two at 8pm, we presume...
Welcome to The Back House at Mandolin Aegean Bistro, a new addition to the Grecian eatery that’s serving up a bounty of Mediterranean delights and a blast of chilly BTUs, now open.
You’ll come here when you want all of the ouzo-drenched sexiness of Mandolin... minus the 120% humidity of a soupy Miami summer.
To find it, walk through the restaurant’s outdoor courtyard, toward the back. And there, behold: a clapboard cottage with the quiet, whitewashed feel of a sun-dappled morning on the coast of Mykonos. Blue canvas chairs. Fresh flowers. Loaves of Turkish bread. A marble bar serving up ginger and cardamom wine spritzers (it’s like a Cypriot sangria).
All right, it’s six hours from now. You’ve got a group of visiting Santorinians to entertain. Either real or imaginary. Doesn’t matter. That’s when you’ll head here, get a table and get something with either aged feta, slow-cooked lamb or both.
And after the meal: shopping. They’ve got an in-house market that stocks all essential Greek staples. Olive oil. Sea salt. Bathhouse towels.
“I Heart Zeus” shot glasses.
Also, minor detail: that Grecian fishing village, well, it’s actually a bistro in Buena Vista.
But it has ouzo (a lot of it). And it has air-conditioning (a lot of it).
So, table for two at 8pm, we presume...
Welcome to The Back House at Mandolin Aegean Bistro, a new addition to the Grecian eatery that’s serving up a bounty of Mediterranean delights and a blast of chilly BTUs, now open.
You’ll come here when you want all of the ouzo-drenched sexiness of Mandolin... minus the 120% humidity of a soupy Miami summer.
To find it, walk through the restaurant’s outdoor courtyard, toward the back. And there, behold: a clapboard cottage with the quiet, whitewashed feel of a sun-dappled morning on the coast of Mykonos. Blue canvas chairs. Fresh flowers. Loaves of Turkish bread. A marble bar serving up ginger and cardamom wine spritzers (it’s like a Cypriot sangria).
All right, it’s six hours from now. You’ve got a group of visiting Santorinians to entertain. Either real or imaginary. Doesn’t matter. That’s when you’ll head here, get a table and get something with either aged feta, slow-cooked lamb or both.
And after the meal: shopping. They’ve got an in-house market that stocks all essential Greek staples. Olive oil. Sea salt. Bathhouse towels.
“I Heart Zeus” shot glasses.
