Occam’s dinner

After such a decadent Dinner last night and breaking my fast in such gluttonous fashion this morning, I wanted my dinner to stand out for its simplicity (call it my self-imposed austerity measures), but I wanted to enjoy it.

I hit the jackpot with a tiny little cafe on the western side of Taksim Square called Ozurfa’s Kebap. But I was not in the mood for a Kebap, and they had exactly what I craved: pide with Sujuk on it. 

Actually, it wasn’t just with Sujuk — as the server pointed out, I’d ordered a combination pide, which had just cheese on a couple slices; cubes of grilled lamb on a couple, and my beloved Sujuk.

Before they brought the pide, they also brought me some yoghurt with mint and a sauce that shared many of the best ingredients with tabbouleh, but acted more like a salsa Fresca with a bit of heat. 

When I paid my bill, I asked what it was called and the waiter said, “spicy salad.” No, really? Spicy salad? I pressed him, but he stuck with that moniker until I left. 


Too much of a good thing?

I started my day with a Turkish breakfast so massive I couldn’t finish it. I also couldn’t just save it for leftovers. But I can show pretty pictures and whet your appetite. If I can’t finish it, you can consume it with your eyes.

I had to remind myself not to gorge on local bread, almost a meal to itself in its density, and four skewers of cheese. Two of these has dried apricots between the cheese; sadly, the others had cherry tomato halves. I haven’t figured out why some people think those are edible raw.

Next came the Menemen, a terrific dish of scrambled eggs, peppers, and cooked tomatoes. Altogether, that was divine. 

While I tucked into that feast, they brought me a platter with Sujuk; cheese borek; cucumber; olives; honeycomb; and yoghurt, among others. I simply couldn’t finish it all, but I have to say, I tried to put a dent in everything, nonetheless.