People don’t really hear that much of the small Balearic island, Menorca. I personally hadn’t even heard that much of the isle but faced with a twelve day window in both the boy & I’s diary and after a flick through Condé Nast Traveller filled with the most beautiful pictures of secluded bays with crystal clear calm water it was decided that our last little summer break of 2013 would be to the islands capital, Mahon.
By night, the gorgeous little pebbled alleyways and harbours come to life which are packed into any space possible with bars and restuarants; all authentic places filled with trendy locals drinking Menorcan gin and the amazing cava sangria. While the typical Spanish tapas are good, the locally caught seafood is on another level. Its worth going for what are listed on menus as “small salted Menorcan prawns”, which are actually piles of fresh still-in-the-shell King Prawns, gently cooked in garlic, plenty of white wine and butter with a healthy dose of bread on the side.