KYMA — Greek for wave — moves between worlds. Between fire and sea. Between heritage and editorial restraint. Every dish is a quiet ceremony.
Ten plates that define the KYMA philosophy. Fire-touched, sea-bound, finished with quiet hands. Pick a chapter — or surrender to the full tasting.
Aegean octopus charred over olive wood, smoked yogurt, herb oil from the garden.
Layered eggplant, slow-braised beef, charcoal béchamel. A nocturnal rewrite of the classic.
Phyllo wrapped around pistachio cream, set under thyme honey, finished tableside.
Our open kitchen is the centre of gravity. Olive wood, vine cuttings, charcoal — every flame chosen, every plate touched by it. Watch your dish meet the fire from anywhere in the room.
Inside the KitchenTwelve o'clock. Lights drop a stop. A second list opens — natural wines from Santorini, amphora reds from Naoussa, a low rhythm threading through the room. Stay for the second act.
Late kitchen until 1 AM. The bar stays open until the last guest leaves the table.