The heart of the city is famous for its ancient mosque—one of the oldest in all of Turkey —along with beautiful silk scarves and unbelievably smooth coffee served in your very own hand-picked cup. Honestly, picking the cup felt like choosing a tiny porcelain soulmate.
I was spoiled with a feast, starting with a Muradiye cookie made of tahini and molasses—absolutely divine. Then came lentil and butter soup (big yes!), followed by slivered beef with eggplant and yoghurt (a polite yes it way okay, beef yuk). But dessert totally redeemed the universe: Kazandibi. Creamy, sweet, dreamy… I could write poetry about that pudding.
And finally, the moment of truth: Turkish coffee. As Nisa explained … Turkish coffee isn’t just a drink here—it’s a whole cultural heart-warming ritual.
There’s even a saying: “A cup of coffee creates forty years of friendship.”
After a day like this, I believe it
