Karaköy Güllüoğlu – Istanbul
In between the paper thin flakes of dough you see the ruby green of crushed pisstachios… You smell the butter, you taste the pisstachios, then the crunchiness of the dough…
In between the paper thin flakes of dough you see the ruby green of crushed pisstachios… You smell the butter, you taste the pisstachios, then the crunchiness of the dough…
You start to smell burning coal while you stroll Istanbul these days. The fumes are like messengers of good news. Good news of approaching winter and the delicious winter tastes,…
So small, but hard to miss. You can take in the teasingly good smell of meat and the butter from meters away and head to the right direction. The secret…
Everyone has a secret hiding place, a little safe zone. I have a couple myself. This one is for Turkish coffee. This place offers me the scene to the rush-ness…