Just the rage in Istanbul: in a humid restaurant where tourists point to the food, cafeteria style, then staff translates and scoops it onto your plate and someone else carries it up a narrow staircase to an "air conditioned" room (in fact, the air conditioners are merely decoration - somewhat like the stop signs). Besides dônner, there are stuffed tomatoes, zucchini, peppers and eggplant. Have no idea why it is named "Pudding Shop." We preferred a cold EFES beer and the free samples of Turkish Delight and baklava down the street.
After classes, a thunderstorm began to threaten a leisurely pre-dinner piazza gathering so Chuck and I headed off (code word for "willi...
His dorm? Or maybe it's a hotel. This is way before the era of The Container Store.
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