The food in Istanbul was fantastic. Kebabs,
doners, and fresh seafood every evening.
Turkish food kept our meat-a-
saurus kids very happy.
And the seafood was straight off the boat.
Coffee shops with views of the
Bosporus Strait.
And, of course, Turkish coffee. I describe it as jet fuel mixed with sawdust. Coffee was introduced to Turkey 450 years ago. It became an instant success. The Ottomans introduced it to Paris and London 100 years after they became hooked on it. But in their haste, their almost immediate addiction, they overlooked filtering it; your last mouthful is always an unusual blend of slime, grit, and charcoal.
Turkish food kept our meat-a-saurus kids very happy.
And the seafood was straight off the boat.
Coffee shops with views of the Bosporus Strait.
And, of course, Turkish coffee. I describe it as jet fuel mixed with sawdust. Coffee was introduced to Turkey 450 years ago. It became an instant success. The Ottomans introduced it to Paris and London 100 years after they became hooked on it. But in their haste, their almost immediate addiction, they overlooked filtering it; your last mouthful is always an unusual blend of slime, grit, and charcoal.
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