I can’t believe I haven’t written a post for this before. It was such a characteristic, frequently occurring part of my relationship.
The Freeze Out. A punishing silence that communicates more than words ever could that “You have displeased me.” Continue reading
I spent two Christmases in Istanbul, 2007 while my boyfriend was still there and 2008 while he was in the army. Both fairly depressing occasions. The third year we went back to the UK together but by then the shit had hit the fan so that wasn’t exactly a happy time either. The fourth year, everything was on and off and I was in the UK but went to Istanbul last minute on Christmas Day and that was its own kind of torture. Now I have no idea why I kept chaining myself to the rack for one more turn of the punishment crank but it’s safe to say I hated every Christmas under the influence of Istanbul. Not that they were all Turkey’s fault, the third one I have myself to blame for. Continue reading
In late October my gym played a jazzed up version of ‘Good King Wenceslas’, which is early even by Western standards where Christmas revs its engine earlier and earlier each year. It turned out the Turkish trainers weren’t feeling prematurely festive, they just wanted a break from cheesy techno. So it was only me that was sent into unexpected raptures of snow covered chimney pots, chestnuts roasting on an open fire and rosy cheeked carollers. Continue reading
This is another one I’ve been putting off writing for ages, knowing full well that is was next on the list, even putting up another unconnected restaurant review to stave it off a while longer. Continue reading
To find this place you must have been inducted by someone else who has, in turn, been brought by another insider. Tucked away between apartment buildings just behind Mecidiyeköy’s noisy crossroads, Garden Cafe takes its theme seriously. Plastic frogs croak and stuffed cats miaow as you open the bamboo door, a fake tree forms the centre of the bar area and plants and butterflies abound. It manages to err just on the right side of kitsch and the covered winter garden is so well heated and protected from the elements it doesn’t matter if the weather prevents you from sitting outside.
Comfort eating Turkish style means Kuru Fasulye, a vastly superior version of the baked beans Heinz could only wish one of their 57 varieties equalled. Continue reading
The urge to comfort eat must come from a time when our ancestors hibernated and stuffed themselves beforehand to provide that extra layer of fat for surviving until spring. What better way to satisfy such a primitive need than vats of melted cheese and melted chocolate? I was already sold on this basic premise alone but learnt there is much more to fondue at this small, friendly restaurant. Continue reading