We were seated at a table with a wonderful view of the town, and yes, the lights below us were twinkling. I couldn’t help thinking that the restaurant, the view – all of it – was like something out of a movie. Josh’s words lingered in my thoughts.

‘So, this is a special occasion?’

He picked up my hand and held it lightly. ‘I think so.’

‘Me too,’ I whispered. A waiter appeared with menus – thankfully, in English as well as Greek. Josh dropped my hand to take his menu, and I was a little disappointed to lose the contact with him so soon.

Until I saw the menu selection, which was extensive and traditional. My hungry eyes scanned it for my favourite Greek dishes and most of them were there.

‘Geez, what an awesome menu. Should we just order one of everything?’ I asked Josh, only half-joking.

‘Yeah, there’s some good stuff here. Duncan says the food is incredible too.’

‘Well, we’ll want a Greek salad – horiatiki.’

‘Absolutely. And the lamb – it’s slow-roasted – we have to get that.’

‘God, yes. I thought we did lamb well in Australia, but every time I have it here it blows me away.’

‘Shall we get calamari?’ asked Josh. ‘Or the spinach and feta pie?’

‘Calamari, I think.’

‘And briami. I love that.’

‘Which one is that again?’ I asked.

‘The vegetable stew.’

‘Oh, that’s fantastic,’ I agreed. ‘Tzatziki to start, don’t you think?’ He nodded as his eyes roamed the menu. ‘Josh?’ He looked up. ‘Do you think it would be easier just to go with my original suggestion?’

‘One of everything?’ I nodded. ‘Well, we’re getting close.’ We laughed at ourselves as our waiter appeared. He didn’t seem fazed by the epic order, and soon returned to the table with a carafe of white wine.

We watched in silence as he poured two glasses, and when he was out of earshot I whispered to Josh, ‘I’m sure they do great food, but I bet you a million dollars this is shitty wine.’ Josh lifted his glass and inspected it, swirling the contents as though he was in a tasting room. He sniffed it and scrunched his nose up.

‘Was that for show, or unintentional?’ I asked, lifting my own glass and having a sniff. Josh took a sip and cringed as he swallowed.

‘I don’t know a whole lot about wine, but I think this was probably bottled in the last few days.’ He took a liberal sip of water.

‘As in, Tuesday was a great vintage, but Wednesday, not so much?’

‘Yeah, something like that.’

I put my wine back on the table, untouched. ‘Maybe it needs to open up.’

‘A lot.’

‘Maybe it will be better with the food.’

‘We’ll see. In the meantime, I would like to propose a toast.’

‘With the crappy wine?’ I asked, amused.

‘Let’s go with the water for now.’