But by Odin’s beard, what a sandwich it is.
Before heading to Istanbul I did my homework on what to see/do/avoid and one thing that repeatedly came up was to eat a mackerel sandwich from the floating kitchens in the port.
Finding them was no problem, on arrival on the European side of Istanbul by boat from Asia (how grand that sounds) there were queues of Turks waiting in front of several boats like this one. Joined the queue and could see the kitchen in full production.
The young lad gutting the whole fish was so deft, like anyone who’s done a task a million times, but it was still good to watch him as he bobbed up and down with the motion of the waves. From time to time a large bow wave from a passing pleasure boat caused him to almost miss a beat, but with a smile and a slight shift of his balance he was there, large sharp knife in no danger of causing damage to anyone except the fish.
Its a simple sandwich, bit of salad, butter and a whole mackerel freshly cooked, but, sat on the port, listening to the cries of the seagulls, smelling the sea air and feeling the waves gently moving the floating pontoon I was sat on, I felt like I’d eaten like a King.
Sadly no proof exists of the sandwich itself, it was so good I’d eaten it before thinking of taking a picture!!