I first visited Corfu in 1997 with three red faced hibernian brethren.
Once we arrived, lush green hills competed for our attention with four fine fillies from Fulham. More memorable for me were the four friendly fireflies flickering and dancing in the moonlight as we stumbled home to our cabin in the woods, after another night of tequila fueled madness.
But there’s another Corfu, closer to home. And it’s where I celebrated my 25th birthday last year. I was somewhat apprehensive beforehand, as I had never set foot inside this ‘Corfu’ before that night, but I need not have worried. The staff (mostly from Corfu itself, I gather) made us feel right at home. The service was second to none, with just the right balance of attending to our needs, and knowing when to disappear.
I skipped the entree in order to have plenty of room for the main course and dessert. My lamb arrived, and it was suitably delicous, tender, succulent, just how I like it. Our group savoured the food as we chatted into the night, until dessert arrived in the form of a magnificent chocolate ’40th’ birthday cake. My cover blown, I happily posed with the cake, before we collectively wolfed down most of it and rolled home to our leabas. καληνύχτα.