The habit of going out for a cool evening stroll took us to the harbour and a line of stalls selling cruises and such. One guy seemed pretty good in terms of what trips might suit us. We ended up choosing a boat ride to Panarea and Stromboli for the next day.
Enjoying dinner out seemed much better than cooking, so we sat down at a quiet restaurant on the main thoroughfare. One of the greatest things about travel is, like Forrest Gump and his box of chocolates, "you never know what you're gonna get". That meal stands out as one of the best I've ever had. I had a salad of mushrooms, lightly fried in some sort of sharp sauce, olives, lettuce, tomatoes, and thinly-sliced prosciutto ham laid over the top. K had grilled swordfish and A tried the lasagne. The waiter was awesome and asked us about wine. We thought we'd get a litre of the house white, and said so. He said, "Half a litre, eh? Yes, half a litre is better. You get the half-litre. Keep it fresh." He was right, too.
That dinner wasn't just about the lovely food, or the company, or the service or the setting. It was how they all combined. We said as much to the waiter and he smiled, "thank you, it's my mamma is the cook!" How cool is that?