Turkey - except it was chicken
Mooching round southern Turkey for a month many years ago we encountered a pack of young americans - all very nice, and as a bonus most of them female. However, someone, somewhere really didn't like them (or maybe they really hated the guidebook writer); every single recommended sight, hostel, bar and restaurant was the most revolting, surly, overrun or unhygenic location in the known universe. However, the crowning glory was chicken feet and noodle soup in some scummy cafe in the midst of industrial Izmir after an overnight boat-train journey from Istanbul. Tasted only of the cooking fat used - seen in great, heavy globules in the watery broth populated by upside down chicken feet with dirty claws. How we actually survived the experience remains a mystery to me.

Best meal: hopefully in about an hour - in a pub where the food is so delicious that last time I ate here I was literally crying becuase I thought I wouldn't be back for three years. Huzzah! It's only three months later!
(baldybeardy, Mon 30 May 2011, 19:32, Reply)