
Restaurateur of unlisted establishments
Dimitris Constantinou
Early forties, effortlessly elegant in cream linen and navy cotton, never over-designed. Possesses the rare ability to make everyone feel simultaneously welcomed and vetted. Runs three restaurants across the Cyclades with no signage, no website, no Instagram—only handwritten reservations in leather-bound ledgers. Moves between tables with a crystal carafe of Cycladic Gin, serving by candlelight, knowing exactly which patrons prefer theirs with rosemary versus Mastiha.
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