Milk and hummus are actually pretty rare in Turkey. You can always find hummus on the menus of Turkish restaurants in America but no hummus in Turkey. And milk isn't a very common beverage either.
I take my Turkish food very seriously, and when I arrived on the afternoon of Thursday, August 15, I knew exactly where I wanted to go for dinner. I booked a hostel close to this restaurant. My friend, Kerem, had taken me a couple times the last time that I was here, and it was on the busy street, Istiklal but hidden on a roof. Not crowded with a great view. I convinced Stephen to go with me, even though I didn't know the name of the place or exactly where it was, but I knew I would know it when I saw it.
By the time I got my stuff settled in the hostel and washed the airplane off my face, it was raining. Thanks, Istanbul! We huddled under an umbrella making our way down Istiklal but because the restaurant was on the roof we had to keep glancing up. I finally saw it from below but could already tell that it was probably closed and, if not closed, probably not a good place to eat in the rain. We walked into the building and Stephen used his Turkish skillz to determine that the restaurant was actually closed. Sad.
We ate at another restaurant, and the food was fine. Between the rain and the disappointment, I spent my first night in Istanbul a little bummed out. But the morning held the promise of a week-long trip to the seaside towns of Izmir and Bodrum.
I take my Turkish food very seriously, and when I arrived on the afternoon of Thursday, August 15, I knew exactly where I wanted to go for dinner. I booked a hostel close to this restaurant. My friend, Kerem, had taken me a couple times the last time that I was here, and it was on the busy street, Istiklal but hidden on a roof. Not crowded with a great view. I convinced Stephen to go with me, even though I didn't know the name of the place or exactly where it was, but I knew I would know it when I saw it.
By the time I got my stuff settled in the hostel and washed the airplane off my face, it was raining. Thanks, Istanbul! We huddled under an umbrella making our way down Istiklal but because the restaurant was on the roof we had to keep glancing up. I finally saw it from below but could already tell that it was probably closed and, if not closed, probably not a good place to eat in the rain. We walked into the building and Stephen used his Turkish skillz to determine that the restaurant was actually closed. Sad.
We ate at another restaurant, and the food was fine. Between the rain and the disappointment, I spent my first night in Istanbul a little bummed out. But the morning held the promise of a week-long trip to the seaside towns of Izmir and Bodrum.
I'm glad you're going to be blogging! I demand pictures of food. You know how I do. Have fun Kati!
ReplyDeleteOh the wonders of Turkey. Life has a funny way of giving you what you need at the right time. SO I figure there will be a day you need to eat at that place more :)
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