Where else would you dine in a Turkish country?
We would have eschewed the business by the name alone until our guide highly recommended it. After all, it is “world famous.” Bill Clinton ate there during his backpacking days, as did many well-known Turkish bigwigs. We have not stopped to check these facts, but can agree that the food was very good.
I have no idea what most of my meals are, but I do know that ordering a light one brings a waiter to wonder what is wrong? Why would I not want a salad, monster-sized entree, dessert and potent tea in my belly before retiring for the evening? What is sleep, but a mere interruption in the schedule?
So last night I did say “yes” to the dessert and tea offered by the waiter/owner after my mere dinner salad. I was able to communicate my “decaf” request appropriately, even though I do love the regular tea here. What seemed to be a pistachio baklava dessert baked in a clay oven – divine. The tea, no idea what kind other than a heavy pomegranate-colored concoction – did the trick. I actually slept fitfully.
My new challenge for the day – figuring out what I ordered. It’s good to have goals!