TAPFIELD | BEER BAR MONSIEUR BARBU | FOOD & SPIRITS DIALOGOS | GREEK FOOD

BEER BAR TAPFIELD

Tapfield is the fountain of beers as its name reveals. Greek craft beers from greek microbreweries spring from 23 taps, placed on a designed wooden bar, leaking out their fresh aftertaste. Side dishes complete your beer journey in a cozy place with mixed new yorker and british details.

400 m / MONASTIRAKI ISAP LINE 1 / METRO LINE 3

/ 4 Navarchou Apostoli - Athens / t: +30 210 32 21 923 / www.tapfield.gr / fb: Tapfield

FOOD & SPIRITS MONSIEUR BARBU

A family-run café with warm ambiance and vintage decoration, that reminds us of the old but cozy Athenian houses, is located in the neighbourhood of Koukaki. Monsieur Barbu opens its doors for coffee, brunch and all-day meals. Drinks and special cocktails are added to your late-night choices.

115 m / SIGGROU-FIX METRO LINE 2

/ 59 Falirou St. - Koukaki - Athens / t: +30 210 92 47 555 / fb: Monsieur Barbu

GREEK FOOD

Restaurant cocktail bar

DIALOGOS

The place where the past welcomes the present! Historical place, open since 1989, Dialogos, which means “conversation” in greek, challenges you to stop talking on the phone with your friends and come together to our spot under Acropolis. Coffee, beverages and a variety of options for breakfast, lunch and dinner following the greek traditional cuisine, always sprinkled with the chef’s personal touches. Here, face-to-face communication along with high-quality products are placed first!

/ 23A Adrianou St. - Monastiraki / t: +30 210 32 38 276 / fb: Δialogos / insta: dialogos_restaurant

By Percey Shelley

Poem by Percey Shelley (1792-1822), written in 1821 and published in 1822

He world’s great age begins anew, The golden years return, The earth doth like a snake renew Her wintry weeds outworn: Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam Like wrecks of a dissolving dream. A brighter Hellas rears its mountains From waves serener far; A new Peneus rolls his fountains Against the morning star; Where fairer Tempes bloom, there sleep Young Cyclads on a sunnier deep. A loftier Argo claims the main, Fraught with a later prize; Another Orpheus sings again, And loves, and weeps, and dies; A new Ulysses leaves once more Calypso for his native shore. O write no more the tale of Troy, If earth Death’s scroll must be-Nor mix with Laian rage the joy Which dawns upon the free, Although a subtler Sphinx renew Riddles of death Thebes never knew. Another Athens shall arise, And to remoter time Bequeath, like sunset to the skies, The splendour of its prime; And leave, if naught so bright may live, All earth can take or Heaven give. Saturn and Love their long repose Shall burst, more bright and good Than all who fell, than One who rose, Than many unsubdued: Not gold, not blood, their altar dowers, But votive tears and symbol flowers. O cease! must hate and death return? Cease! must men kill and die? Cease! drain not its dregs the urn Of bitter prophecy! The world is weary of the past-O might it die or rest at last!