Kanella

We’ve had the Cyprus breakfast, with its olive-oil-fried eggs and grilled halloumi and ham and fresh tomato salad and crusty bread. We’ve had the roast lamb sandwich, with its sautéed spinach and dill and hunks of melting feta stuffed between two slices of that crusty bread. We’ve had the rice pudding, with its sprinkle of cinnamon and drizzle of orange-blossom syrup. We’ve had brunch at other places, too, but as far as this meal is concerned, Kanella, we only have eyes for you.