\u201cTravelers of the Levant.\u201d That is how Thodoris Ktistakis describes his loukoumades. These small, perfectly round bites of dough have a crisp exterior and, unlike your standard loukoumades, are not drizzled with honey. Instead, when they burst in the mouth with the first bite, they release the syrup trapped inside, like a small explosion of sweetness. The recipe, which Ktistakis inherited from his father, who in turn inherited it from his own, has followed a long journey: from Alexandria to Hania, and from there to Omonia.<\/p>\n
For decades now, the small and unassuming Ktistakis shop on Sokratous Street has been a regular stop for downtown workers and passersby seeking a sweet break during the day. It\u2019s one of the few constants in a city that, unfortunately, allows many of its best memories to fade, and this long history was one of the reasons Gastronomos awarded this year\u2019s Athens Dessert Award to the shop.<\/p>\n
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\u201cIn 1908, my grandfather left Crete and went to Alexandria, Egypt,\u201d Thodoris recounts, \u201cto work at the renowned pastry shop of one Tornazakis, who was also of Cretan origin. Tornazakis was famous for the triangular pastries he made, as well as for his loukoumades. Egyptians called them luqmat al-qadi, meaning \u2018the judge\u2019s bites,\u2019 because, from what I\u2019ve heard, they were offered to judges to soften them up.\u201d There is yet more tit-for-tat in this story; in return for a personal favor, Tornazakis taught Thodoris\u2019 grandfather the recipe, and it then traveled back with him to Hania on the island of Crete and later to Athens, where his three sons moved the shop following encouragement from the Cretan statesman and three-time Prime Minister Sofoklis Venizelos, who was perhaps pining for his favorite hometown treats.<\/p>\n
The business faced difficulties at first, as syrup-filled loukoumades were an unfamiliar treat for Athenians. Gradually, however, the shop\u2019s reputation spread, and the place filled with crowds from nearby theaters and cinemas. Couples arranged to meet there and, according to certain accounts, even the Royal Palace enjoyed their creations. There was, it is said, talk of the Ktistakis family becoming official suppliers to the palace, although that never came to fruition.<\/p>\n \u201cThe loukoumades maker is something between a laborer, a craftsman and an artist. It takes a bit of heart, a bit of hand and a bit of art,\u201d says Thodoris who, every day and entirely on his own, kneads the dough, cuts it and then fries it in oil he changes with regularity before finally serving the loukoumades on the shop\u2019s characteristic tin plates. He adds cinnamon and a little sesame \u201cto break up the sweetness with a touch of something savory.\u201d<\/p>\n Ktistakis\u2019 clientele includes people of all ages and encompasses both loyal locals and tourists either trying loukoumades for the first time or chasing flavors they know from their own lands. Some enjoy them on the spot, accompanied only by a glass of cold water, since Thodoris deliberately serves nothing else in the shop; others leave carrying boxes as gifts (unlike ordinary loukoumades, these keep perfectly well until the next day). It\u2019s not uncommon for customers to share stories of parents or grandparents who met at the shop or who used to arrange dates on the mezzanine of the original store. Just a few steps from Omonia Square, it\u2019s a sweet postcard from Athens\u2019 past.<\/p>\n \u201cOmonia is the true mirror of Greece,\u201d says Thodoris, a born-and-bred child of the city center. \u201cIt has just one flaw: it\u2019s too honest. It lays everything out in the open, hides nothing from you,\u201d he says.<\/p>\n As for the loukoumades recipe, he keeps it a closely guarded secret. There are all sorts of theories about how the syrup gets trapped inside the little bites: \u201cWe\u2019ve even heard that we inject it with a syringe!\u201d Ktistakis says, laughing, before divulging, but without going into too much detail, that it\u2019s the type of dough that creates the signature effect.<\/p>\n \u201cEven today, when I work alone, I remember sounds and images from the past. I see the hands that kneaded the dough back then, almost as if they\u2019ve come to correct something for me. I remember the sounds that filled the space. Everything matters. A different sound can mean the dough has gone wrong. I can tell how the loukoumades will turn out from the noise they make when I knead the dough, or from the sound they makes when they drop, syrup-sweet, into the basin,\u201d Thodoris adds.<\/p>\n His son is still young, but when the time comes, regardless of the profession he chooses, he will inherit the recipe. \u201cFor the right texture to become familiar to his hands \u2026 For him to learn the craft and keep it,\u201d says Thodoris.<\/p>\n Originally published in Greek at gastronomos.gr.<\/p>\n<\/p><\/div>\n![\"ktistakis-loukoumades-with-more-than-a-century-of-history4\"](\"https:\/\/www.ekathimerini.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/ktistakis-loukoumades-xanion-9-gastronomos.jpg?1777641904005\")
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