This morning saw a return to Çelebi Oğlu Sokak (the left-hand turning at the little eagle) in this yabanci's quest to find a good, honest breakfast in Beşiktaş.
Snuck into the Carmenta Cafe while the greeter guy was busy watching a film or something on his mobile.
I'd never given this place much of a second look before, but like many such cafes, once you're inside it seems to go on forever to the back.
The menu is short and cheap - not a bad sign.
Disturbingly though, it feels like a primary school cafeteria; the plates are chipped, the knives and forks look old and streaky, and there are incongruous pictures seemingly bolted to the walls, which are lit by an institutional fluorescent light.
Had gözleme many times before. Sometimes it's overcooked, or a bit
greasy. This one felt like a little kid's dinner. The sucuk inside was little more than sliced hotdog weiner. And it was bland.
And the fact it was cut into wittle squares to help me eat it didn't alleviate this feeling much neither.
Couldn't even bring myself to ask if they had wi-fi. Just wanted to leave asap.
So, as affordable as Carmenta is/was, I would not be rushing to go back there anytime soon... happy never-ending fag break, dude!
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