Yağmur Cafe is awkwardly stuck right in between Deep Store and BiKahvaltı. The proprietess works tirelessly to attract attention, but the guys working at the other places are way too damn smooth.
Sometimes it gets custom, but I've noticed that poor Yağmur often gets ignored until the other places are absolutely rammed and there's nowhere else to go.
Yağmur means "rain" in Turkish. I'm sure it has lovely connotations in other languages, but perhaps that has been part of its undoing...
Joanna and I were wiling away our morning looking for good breakfast so we said, "Hey, let's give it a shot!".
Today I chose a return to the traditional Turkish breakfast, and Joanna opted for Menemen - spicy scrambled eggs!
This platter was generous. Plenty of greenery and veggies, and a really nice homemade spicy tapenade served in an organic ice cream cup.
Their egg was beautifully hot and medium-fried rather than the usually old, cold boiled.
The other punters were slow to trickle in, but the service and good quality of the food made us wonder why this place was not more popular.
Turks often smoke while eating. The food can be peripheral to the puffery.
A heater near us made us feel like we were near a cold volcano.
The durned thing would not stay on.
However, it did make me feel like making an offering to Imhotep while we waited.
In general, the Yağmur is a thumbs-up from us though.
Wi-fi, toilets, good service, and decent food.
Give these poor guys a look in!
