Since 1983
A shepherd's fold,
a family table.
"The word stáni means a mountain fold where shepherds rest their flock."
In 1983, our grandfather converted his family's small dairy in Imerovigli into a taverna with six wooden tables. Travellers walking the caldera path stopped for a glass of wine, a bowl of fava, and stayed for the sunset.
Forty summers later, the tables still face the sea. The wine still comes from Santorini's assyrtiko vineyards. The bread is still baked in the old stone oven behind the kitchen.
The Land
A garden of volcanic soil.
Santorini's black soil grows tomatoes so sweet they are protected by name, capers that flower on the cliffs, and fava that the island has been drying since the Bronze Age. We cook what the island gives us, and little more.
Three Generations
Same recipes. Same hands.
Today Stani is run by three generations of the Vlahopoulos family. The children still peel potatoes in the courtyard. The grandmother still checks every plate before it leaves the pass.
We would like you to feel, when you sit down, that you have been invited into someone's home for dinner — because you have.