Turkey for Thanksgiving
Thanksgiving was our first full day in Istanbul. We decided to avoid eating a Turkish version of a Thanksgiving meal and hit the streets for inspiration instead.
After giving thanks at the Blue Mosque and Hagia Sophia, we slaked our thirst with fresh-squeezed pomegranate juice outside the Topkapi Palace. It wasn’t quite cranberry sauce, but we didn’t mind.
We then ate corn on the cob that was grilled by a street vendor, pilgrim-style.
Later, we passed by a café displaying heaps of baklava and other treats. We went in for dessert but realized we needed lunch first. We ordered the most (Italian) American thing of all: pizza and beer. We topped off the meal with an embarrassingly large selection of desserts and walked on to the Spice Market.
The Spice Market is a tourist trap; don’t think otherwise. But it’s still fun to walk through the aisles, get a sales pitch every five seconds, and sample wares. I loved the spices, but the Age of the Internet means that I can order them easily. Fresh Turkish delight was another matter. Yum.
After mezzes in the Pera District, we ended the evening with the most American treat we could find: Starbucks. We don’t have Starbucks in Belgrade, or large drinks in general. I caved in and ordered a grande chai latte. We walked through the streets drinking from massive cups like proper Americans. We usually try to fit in with the crowd when travelling, but not on Thanksgiving. Even in Turkey.