Since
moving to Seattle we've been staying close to our neighborhood and exploring its restaurants. Saturday night we went to Bodrum Bistro, a tiny restaurant
where two smiling women were in the back room, working a grill and managing to
turn out delicious Turkish food in a small amount of space. It turns out Bodrum
is the area in Turkey where the family is from. The menu is small and the food simple, but everything is so fresh and the spices so carefully done it tastes marvelous.
While we watched
from the front window it rained with apocalyptic force causing people to run by
with anything they could find clutched over their heads. It looked horrible—cold
and drenching—but inside it was warm and cozy with lighting coming from filigree
hanging lamps. Our waitress graciously endured J’s mangled Turkish
pronunciations of our order and later, when I had baklava for dessert (of
course!) educated him about Turkish coffee. It comes in the teeniest cup but
has the sugar already whipped into it (so don’t ask for sugar) and packs a
caffeine punch.
We shared
this Mezze platter—a combination of four of the appetizers on the menu: red
lentil patties, rice with tomatoes, mint and cinnamon wrapped in grape leaves;
white beans with red onion, fresh yogurt, paprika and parsley; and grilled
eggplant with tomatoes, peppers, feta, and garlic.
My entrée:
chicken with pine nuts, leeks, and currants, wrapped in phyllo dough. Tender
and delicious.
J had spiced, grilled meatballs with rice and a yogurt mint sauce. We both had the salad which had this marvelous slightly sweet dressing on it.
The famous Turkish coffee
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