It has to be 5 Star Metaxa to please the palette nothing else will do.’ It’s the sweetest distillation Greece has come up with’ says my husband, although I’m an Ouzo fan really. Anyway, wherever you go it’s behind the bar and we take great delight in buying it from Konstantinos after lunch when we pretend we’re just going in to take advantage of the Air Conditioning. We even buy it at the airport as if we don’t have enough bottles already.
What you
don’t expect is to use it as a weapon of choice should it be required. So one
night after an evening out, dinner and a few glasses of the stuff and a few
more for safe measure we returned to our apartment. In the early hours of the
morning before dawn the noise started. Shouting, arguing, breaking glass,
raised voices and as I came too it dawned on me that there was only one person
in the next apartment. I got up and followed the sound from front to back and
with balconies both end started to get a bit anxious. The noise got worse and
worse and the smashing of bottles increased. It was like listening to Gollum
and Sméagol arguing over Bilbo Baggins.
In a state
of high anxiety I finally managed to wake my other half and get him out of bed.
It was the middle of the night and we were trapped in our room by some raving
lunatic on the stairwell. The idea of an enraged, schizophrenic talking to
himself in a number of voices scared the living daylights out of us. So with
chance of the Cavalry not arriving till morning we stood guard at either end of
the room with the only weapon to hand we could think of. A Metaxa bottle each.
By the time
help arrived and the Man of many personalities was carted off we were exhausted
and had no choice but to take a small glass of Metaxa to help us sleep.
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