A bit of Bread

Mum wanted me to try some authentic Turkish Lavas. After leaving our hotel, she spoke to the first waiter that she saw and explained that she was after some balloon-style bread. ‘Ah, Lavas’ he said and invited us up his steep steps and into his first floor restaurant. We did want to sit outside at the roadside tables but he said the diners are upstairs. It was probably because they don’t like bringing food down the steps and meals take longer to prepare whereas a round of smashed drinks is replaced quite quickly. So we ordered the Lavas as a starter with some dips and sat at a picnic bench followed by some pizza and a burger. He also recommended some fries to which we agreed. Then we discovered that they don’t serve alcohol. To be fair not all Turkish restaurants do but when the food came out it was served on paper plates, so it seemed that it was for license reasons rather than a religious one. We had to wait ages, then the mains arrived with no Lavas! When the waiter realised, we just got sliced bread. We ate quickly, didn’t tip and vowed not to come again. We spent the rest of the trip looking in at all the restaurants and the food that they served before venturing into a premises again.