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A garden table under the stars.
Step off the Larnaca street into a hidden courtyard, where jasmine climbs whitewashed walls and the glow of lanterns flickers on terracotta. The air is thick with woodsmoke, oregano, and the low murmur of satisfied tables.
Jasmine Garden took root in a quiet corner of Larnaca three decades ago, a family kitchen that grew into a vine-shaded refuge. Locals slip in for slow-cooked kleftiko, tourists return for the honeyed halloumi, and everyone lingers over commandaria as the evening cools. The room is open to the sky, furnished with simple wooden chairs and the sound of a charcoal grill. Recipes carry the weight of generations—lemon, olive oil, wild oregano—served without fuss in a space that feels like a well-kept secret.