cosy

Morning soup for you!

Don’t know what you think of the phrase ‘köy kahvaltısı‘ village breakfast, I think it is just a perfect marketing tool or a scam, if I may, and I do not buy that. At villages, in Anatolia, locals simply eat what they produce, depending on the season. Also it is…

Altan Şekerleme, a sweet sweet Bayram

What is a Bayram without candies! My granny used to buy chocolates filled with mint, cherries and sorts, my memory seems to fade… But what I do remember is that me and my friends used to sneek in the house when she was out and fill our pockets with these…

Balls of heaven at Meşhur Filibe Köftecisi

Fashionably late… I was surprised  that I did not write about my favorite köfteci before. So I dig my photo archive for some matching photos it felt stupid, after all I took my every food obsessed friend there, or told about the place and send them there… Şemsa, Katie, Cem,…

Tables on the streets of Şanlıurfa

Şanlıurfa is a city that never sleeps, not for the partying though, for eating!  The liver stalls go on 24-7. The famous ciğerciler -the liver grillers- yelling out or sitting in front of the mangal -the mini bbq-, chatting with their customers, scattered around the city, on the pavements. Şanlıurfa pepper…

Meat and more meat at Çankaya Lokantası

Ankara, my hometown makes me wonder around the tastes I am familiar with. One being döner, I can easily say that I had the best döner sandwiches topped with onions and parsley through my school years. Have to mention the onion, because döner is best enjoyed with onions… Being their…

Hometown! Take one, Flamingo Pastanesi…

I was born and raised in Ankara… Walking down Tunalı Hilmi today, brought back many memories. All is good, but seeing most of the establishments closing their doors, selling their business makes me sad. Ankara being a patisserie town, had a lot of choices to offer, I guess everybody liked their…

José, the man of tapas!

Walking down Bermondsey Street, hands full after hitting Borough Market, we were desperatelly hungry and a little bit beaten, just a little. I read a lot about chef Jose Pizarro, been following him from Brindisa days, happy that he got his own place to share his magic with us, the rest. When…