Testi kebap...

So for dinner, we decided to look around for a restaurant and eat at our hotel (out on the street restaurant) as the default should we not see something that catches our eye. On the way up the hill, as we passed Metropolis, alas, sitting at my "my" table were old friends Shannon and Chris. We said hello, and continued on our way.








Around the corner we came across the Seven Hills Hotel and rooftop restaurant. Up we went. The vista was amazing. You could see the blue mosque to the left, the Aya Sofia to the right, the Bosphorous behind us. Amazing view. The menu, mostly seafood. Ah but the Murhpy girls don't like seafood so we had to abandon the beautiful (and windy and nippy) setting.









We walked a bit more and decided we would eat at our hotel. I got my table, our wine, calamari the way I like it. Lots o' ketchup, they remember. Fresh salad and for the main testi lamb kebap cooked in a clay pot. Delish. And a fruit plate for dessert. While sipping my first of three Turkish teas, along come Chris and Shannon. So we had drinks and compared notes from today and for tomorrow.

True story. Chris bought a bottle of wine for the room earlier in the day at a corner store. He didn't want to ask the hotel for a corkscrew, and there was none in the room so he headed back to the store a few minutes away to buy one. They wouldn't sell their "only" corkscrew to him, and sent to the next place... And the next... And the next. Twenty minutes later he ended up at the Metropolis where he borrowed one and told them he would return it and have dinner when doing so. Shannon thought he'd been hit by a car or something, he was gone so long. We roared.


A walk around the block to end the evening, time for sleep. Ali meets us in the lobby at 0900 tomorrow.