The hardest decision we had to make that evening was choosing a main each, when our deepest desire was to order the entire intriguing menu and just wing it. Clearly, the pandemic had construed our idea of what was socially acceptable. We opted to abide by social norms and ordered a variety of starters instead.

First up: stone baked focaccia with sundried tomatoes, Kalamata olives, rocket leaves and Grava shavings, alongside an impressively attractive dish of meager and prawn carpaccio. We weren’t done yet! We also ordered a ricotta and walnut salad and some asparagus, eggplant and tofu, just to balance things out. In a word: delicious. In some more words: some of the most fresh, delectable, perfect forkfuls we have ever had the pleasure of consuming. With every dish made to order, as a patron, it’s crystal clear how much value the chefs place on the quality of their ingredients.

As we sliced the last piece of red pesto drizzled burrata, we thought it was high time to order more cocktails. The Wet, a delightfully blue drink, filled to the brim with vodka, Malibu, green apple syrup and blue curacao, and a Frozen Margarita, which many of you know includes tequila, triple sec and fresh juice. The sun had started to set at this point and my guest and I couldn’t help but notice the complete serenity and tranquility of the restaurant and the surrounding area. A stone’s throw away from the heart of St Julian’s and yet, not a car to be heard.