This is post twelve of sixteen of our summer trip to Greece. Check out our other posts in the series here:
- Greece Lightning: Heading to Greece
- Acropolis for Breakfast: Staying at the Hilton Athens
- Starting at the Top: The Acropolis
- Oompa! Eating Athens
- Taking it Indoors: Athen’s Museums
- Athen’s Other Sites
- Room with a View: Staying in Santorini
- Santorini’s Spectacular Sights: Part 1
- Santorini’s Spectacular Sights: Part 2
- Looking for Santorini’s Best Eats
- It’s All Greek to Me: Heading to Naxos
- There’s a Meat Town in Naxos!
- Shots! Shots! ShotsShotsShots! Heading to Mykonos
- A Delightful Day Trip to Delos
- The Trashy Side of the Greek Islands
- Bling Bling y’all! Upgraded at the Hyatt Regency Montreal
Fresher is always better when it comes to food. We know this, but at home it’s hard to beat the allure of convenience that a super market promises.
Restaurants have been quick to pounce on the rising foodie trend, however, with phrases like “locally sourced” and from “farm to table.” It’s both annoying that we have to use these phrases and a sad state of affairs that most of our food is actually imported from farms over half a continent away.
This is not the case on islands, where the food is often incredibly fresh since the economics of the island often force them took cook only what they grow there. I first noticed this during our Selfish Year trip to Tasmania, which consistently had some of the tastiest, freshest eats I’ve ever had.
So when I found out that Naxos had a town the locals were describing as a “meat town,” Mrs. Selfish and I immediately jumped in our car and headed there for lunch… and then dinner… actually I kind of want some now.
Eating back to back in Filoti
Filoti is a small town on the central Western side of Naxos, that is known by the locals to “specialize in meat,” which I assume means they raise and butcher their own animals before converting them into delicious meat products. Like meatballs or sausage.
This was one of those rare occasions where Mrs. Selfish and I had done no research ahead of time and instead decided to wander the square and see what was being offered.
We quickly stopped at this shop.
Hello, nameless restaurant!
There were only two people staffing the restaurant – the cook, and our waiter. While Naxos isn’t particularly well known Stateside, it does get some English speaking tourists, so they actually had English menus.
Mrs. Selfish and I immediately ordered a round of meatballs and local pork sausages.
The meatballs were crisp and packed with spices, tempered with a side of yogurt dip and fried potatoes. Delicious and verging on crunchy, each bite was a miniature flavor-filled explosion.
If there was a star of the show, however, it was the “local pork sausage.” Hands down the best pork-product I’ve ever eaten, bar-none.
The sausages were crispy and on the verge of bursting in their casing, which could barely contain the awesome mystery flavors within. Oregano? Rosemary? Garlic? A salt and pepper combination laced with heroin? Whatever was in that sausage casing, it was outstanding and I had to get more.
There was only one problem. We were out of stomach space.
Fortunately, Mrs. Selfish and I were on that side of the island to check out the cave of Zeus, which was only a 15 minute drive away.
Save me, Zeus!
And so it was that we came back for a second round, 3 hours later. At this point the waiter had left, so it was only us and the cook. This was at 5 o’clock. Stateside this would be considered early, so I was surprised that the shop was even open – but it was!
The cook, who recognized us from before, was very friendly, bringing us a 3-d wood block puzzle to play with while we digested lunch.
Beer helps solve puzzles, right?
He also brought us a complimentary cheese starter. Coming from the parmesan/Manchego family, it was topped with a homemade berry-pepper jam. So good.
From there, Mrs. Selfish and I went straight for the goods – ordering the meat platter, which was basically a combination of both of our lunches, plus salad and cheese.
At 14 euros this thing was a monster, and was easily a meal for the two of us. We did save room for dessert, however, which was a delicious homemade Greek pastry.
Om nom, nom, nom.
This was easily my favorite meal of 2014, and probably up there with Otomezushi as one of the best meals I’ve ever had.
Unfortunately, I don’t know the name of said restaurant, but for anyone trying to replicate our meat experience the restaurant is off of Filoti’s main square, just to the right of the Strofilia restaurant Street View image if you are using google.
Join us for the next installment when we hop on a ferry and head to the trashiest Greek Island, Mykonos.