Forcing down a Turkish Coffee

[Tetrachloride]

I am at my favorite hangout street.

The street waitress, as I call her , walks all the time. She’s always masked. Price is too high but not enough to bug me.

She knows me by sight, as do the regular street beggars.

I figure that she probably gives money to poor people, because there’s quite a few who scrape by without begging.

She doesn’t have my type of coffee so I am going with Turkish. Gritty and no cream.

This week, I also forced down artichokes and rice, both too salty. Took me an hour to finish the rice.

Tourists are way down.

In a while, i will grab a bus home.

[BigmanPigman]

1. I recall Anthony Bourdain's Greece episode of No Reservations

He was hung over and had a morning coffee. It didn't help him since it was "crunchy" coffee.

[Kali]

2. ugh, even in Turkey it is gross

now the nice strong tea? yum

[Warpy]

3. I've always wanted to try real Mexican champurado--sin leche, por favor

since dairy goes through me like a wildcat, backwards. Alas, I can only make what is probably a very pallid imitation with chocolate, cinnamon, atole, sugar, and water---thick and gritty and satisfying but not the real thing.

Now that you've had the real thing from a street vendor, you'll have greater appreciation for an espresso machine, a French press, or even a standard issue Mr. Coffee.

I do envy you, Turkey was on my bucket list but I'm too blind and decrepit to travel.

I'm not surprised tourists are staying away, Turkey is in NATO and I think a lot of folks believe a wider war is inevitable, Putin wants the entire Black Sea for his palace's paddling pool.

I'm still jealous.