Oasis – it’s a word that conjures up a haven of palms and endless sands, or at least shade and a pool in a parched landscape. The Oasis Garden Restaurant in Mykonos has neither palms nor ponds. But, tucked into the corner of a square overhung with bougainvillea and surrounded by neat blue and white houses, the Oasis Garden with its flowered, sheltered courtyard, is a haven of hospitality.
It’s at Oasis Garden that we spend our last evening on Mykonos. It’s a quiet Sunday night and until a quartet of young Brits drops in for a night cap, we’re the only customers. So the entire place is ours. We are at home, or at least at the home of old friends or neighbours. The meal is beautiful – from the tazsiki, taramasalata and Greek bread at the beginning, to the baklava at the end. The service is impeccable, the setting exquisite and the ambience wonderful. It’s a perfect last supper.