Mavrodafni. Black Laurel

Mesolongi was once again the stopover of our last night on holiday. (I recognized the apartment and went straight to my favorite seat on their balcony.)  F and Mr B went out somewhere because it's that kind of town; humans can walk and bike in all sorts of places that cars are excluded from.

When they came back F was a tad wobbly and smelled of sweet wine. It seems that she had accidentally discovered mavrodafni. They had found an out of the way taverna type place and on studying the menu had decided to reject generic 'sweet, semi-sweet, dry; red or white' wine by the glass in favour of the only thing on the 'wine list' with a name. Mavrodafni

It is so dark it's nearly black and took them both by surprise.  After some furtive goggling they realized why it tastes like it did - it's like port wine - and they had a big glassful each. 

Then, they assert, it was a misunderstanding that caused the waitress to deliver a second large glass each when the first ones were empty.

By the time Mr B was helping F to her feet, their quiet back street venue had filled every seat, and there was a queue forming of people waiting for tables to be vacated. I think my humans had been enjoying themselves emptying all those glasses.

Now that we are back in Piraeus F is looking for somewhere to buy more of that poison: "for Christmas" she said.

Slippery slope, I say.

Guess what this is.....