Köfte, Keftedes, kafta

It’s 1pm in Turkey and I just landed in Istanbul. I spent my first expensive 120 Turkish Liras on a private Taxi to Fendekzade. Abdulrahman; a Turkish driver with a perfect Jordanian dialect escorted me to my hotel & suggested to share a seafood platter for dinner; with my perfect Zahle dialect I gently responded…

10th stop: Turkey

Available in every street market, it’s the red food stall always in action; bursting with women continuously kneading, chopping, filling and frying; supervised by one man with frown eyes who basically takes your order and finalise your dish with a lemon wedge. If you haven’t guessed yet, I’m talking about the Turkish Gozleme, made of…