As we stumbled off the plane and into the wilds of London, our stomachs started grumbling. As we rode the tube towards our rental flat in multicultural Harringay, our thoughts turned towards our first meal in London - what might it be? As it turns out, it was a veritable Turkish feast.
We wandered into Izmir with glazed eyes, unable to make it any further up the street and intrigued by the quirky decor. Previously a restaurant called Cafe Tramp, it seemed that Izmir did not change much of the surroundings from its past life. The place was empty, it being that odd hour between breakfast and lunch, but we were greeted and sat immediately by the gregarious owner. It's his first baby, he told us, only ten days old.
Coffee, I said. What sort of coffee, he asked. Strong, I said. He disappeared, and within minutes, a dark Turkish coffee appeared. It was indeed strong. He chatted with us while we perused the menu in a daze, settling finally upon a dish of lamb meatballs with tomato and cheese, and a mixed kebab plate. Before our mains came out, we were brought a plate of hummus and pita, and a simple salad of white beans, onion, and olive oil. Both were delicious. Then our mains arrived, and they were piping hot and enormous. We could have easily shared one plate. The meat was well spiced and tender, and the sides fresh. We stuffed ourselves to the brim and ate the leftovers for breakfast the following morning. While we ate, the owner regaled us with more tales, more customers came in, and the restaurant became lively and bright.
After we finished eating, the owner insisted on bringing us strong, hot tea, although he would not bring us the bill even though we were clearly done eating. After a while, our slow brains realized that hospitality would not permit him to close us out until we asked for it, so we requested the check and rolled out of there sated and ready to face the world. Izmir was the perfect first meal in London, satiating both our hunger and our tiredness. May it grow strong and prosper. read more