The Grill
Four words are mounted on the wall of the dining room, under the name, in the house's own spelling: tradicional grill food. That is what the kitchen calls itself, and it is enough.
Himarë · Vlorë County · Albania

The same four words are printed under the name on the standing board outside, on the pavement, where the house sets out what it is for anyone walking past. Two boards, one description, and no other adjective anywhere on the frontage.
Three plates
Photographs, not a menu. Each of these left the kitchen once and was photographed doing it — what is on today is chalked on the board at the door.

Two plates, on a tray
Flat cutlets seared dark at the edges, thick-cut fries, a tomato slice and a raw onion segment under balsamic, dressed leaves, a ramekin of tan sauce. Sent out two plates to a tray.

Two patties, sauce dusted red
Two patties taken dark, on a long plate with fries, a tomato wedge, a raw onion segment, leaves and a lemon wedge. The white sauce arrives dusted red.

The fries, on their own
Thick-cut, fried a light gold, salted and flecked with dried herb. They come with almost everything, and they come alone too.

The board
A wooden A-frame stands on the pavement, the name chalked across the top in pale blue and a short list under it, the first two lines in pink and the rest in white. It is reproduced here as it was photographed, so it can be read rather than transcribed — a chalk list is true for a day, and printing it as a menu would outlive it.