Everyone who's passed through Çine knows the meatballs; nobody seems to know how the evening's supposed to go. A breeze by the creek, a view near the reservoir, a familiar table in the market — options aren't scarce, just scattered. Nobody's in a hurry here, so don't be either. Roll the dice before your indecision gets as famous as the meatballs; this district won't let a guest go hungry, or without a plan.