Who would of thought? France, Spain, and Italy are what immediately pop into my head when asked where I’ve experienced the best food while traveling.
Well, Turkey tops them all. What a bold statement, I know.
Before boarding a red-eye flight to Istanbul a month ago, my knowledge of Turkish food was based off of drunken 5am doner kebabs in Spain and trying Turkish Delight in Seattle after reading about it in the Chronicles of Narnia when I was 12. In retrospect I think this worked in my favor because it meant that I arrived in Turkey with literally no expectations when it came to the food.
No expectations means no disappointments, right? Luckily as soon as I shoved that first forkful of slow-cooked lamb in my mouth, I was a goner.
