"Eat your way around the world in London" faced something of a dilemma on Wednesday in that we had to finish eating in time the catch Chelsea in the European Championship on TV with a 7:45 kick off. We all have our crosses to bear I suppose.
As a nod to Liverpool's simultaneous match with Galatasaray we settled on the Turkish fayre at the nearby Limon Shish & Mezze Restaurant.
We perused the menu over a Villa Doluca white - it was news to me that there was such a thing as Turkish wine - then shared mixed mezze; humus, borek, cacik, falafel, biber, kalamar, biyaldi, and pilaki with pide bread.
For the main course, I had a lamb shish and Paul had a mixed sea food shish with an ezme salad. Rather appropriately we talked about Xerxes bridging the Hellespont as we chewed.
I offer a trivial thought; isn't the antipathy of the Greeks and Turks particularly sad when you think that their grub is to all intents and purposes the same?
(Chelsea were playing Levski Sofia in Bulgaria while Liverpool entertained Turkish opponents. Until I updated the maps of our real and imaginary destinations I didn't even realise that Bulgaria had a border with Turkey.)
Friday, September 29, 2006
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