Sunbeds, Coffee, and a Flat Sea
Kamari faces east, so the sun is already up over the water. The beds get raked, the first freddo espressos go out, and nothing much is asked of anyone.

The Spring is a family business on the black sand at Kamari — fifty sunbeds, a charcoal grill and a bar, all on the same two hundred metres of shoreline since 2005.

Easier to show you the shape of a day than to tell you what kind of restaurant this is. It's four different ones, depending on when you arrive.
Kamari faces east, so the sun is already up over the water. The beds get raked, the first freddo espressos go out, and nothing much is asked of anyone.

The grill goes on and stays on. Fish, vegetables from the volcanic soil up the hill, and a table nobody will ask you to give back.

Mesa Vouno throws the beach into shade before the sky does. That's when the deck fills up, and the cocktail list starts earning its keep.

Kitchen closes, music comes up, and the tables that are still full stay full. Fridays and Saturdays we're open until two.

The fish on the menu is the fish that came in. If it didn't come in, we'll tell you rather than freeze something and pretend otherwise.
Lunch is slow because the beach is slow. Dinner starts when the light goes off the rock. Nobody here is going to turn your table.
Solo travellers get the bar and someone to talk to. Children get fed first. Staff eat the same food you do, at the same tables.

Kamari sits on the east coast, so the beach is volcanic rock ground down to black sand and the sun rises straight out of the Aegean. Walk the promenade south until it runs out.
Book a table for any of those four hours. The 19:40 one goes first.