It was what probably killed my stomach on the last leg of my trip. That’s ok. I still love you food. I realized that despite being in pain from a peptic ulcer, I couldn’t give up on eating food that I love. If I suddenly become allergic to anything and can’t eat the same way ever again, someone do me a favor and cut my lifeline?
On to the good stuff – Turkish food. On our first night we decided to be adventurous and found a sandwich stand at a random street corner. The smell was alluring and we couldn’t help it. We took a chance on it knowing that one of our friends had prescription medicine with him just in case. It was like when I went to the lunch lady in Vietnam and she nearly killed me, but it was so damn good that I would do it all over again – armed with the right medicine of course. No regrets, that sandwich was delicious and luckily we didn’t die from it.
The Turkish breakfast was quite simple actually. Every morning it was pretty much the same spread across all of the different hotels that we stayed at. Turkish breakfast consists of olives, cheese, tomatoes, cucumber, bread and some kind of spread. It was amazing in the beginning until after like the 5th day. I started to crave for your typical American breakfast – eggs and bacon. Real bacon. None of that Canadian bacon business.
Ah, and no meal is complete without either having a Turkish coffee (crack in a cup) or Turkish tea. Turkish coffee is not filtered like American coffee so it tastes a bit grainy. Just one tiny cup of that and I’m completely wired until the next day.
Finally…Shake Shack. Not Turkish, but completely American in Turkey. Tastes just like how the east coasters do it. I originally ordered just one burger with a shroom added to it, but there was some kind of misunderstanding so they gave me two burgers instead. This was right after the Urgent Care visit and I had my meds ready in hand. Plus I was so starving that I just said fuck it…I’m eating this. All two of them. Of course I felt sick afterwards, but oh so worth it.