...strikes again. And once again he is the only one laughing. Here's the scoop. Tonight we decided to go out to a little restaurant close to our hotel. They had a fairly extensive Turkish menu, and we both decided that we would be happy with Turkish. (I know...we are in Istanbul...there are quite a few choices here...but we had done a lot of walking and the thought of walking more wasn't so appealing. So Turkish was what was on the menu.) We sat down, took a look at the menu, and Brian immediately decided he needed to have the Gavur Dagi Salatasi to start off. Why? He liked the name. Gavur means infidel. Dagi means mountain, and Salatasi...well...it means salad. He said he was going to start with the Infidel Mountain Salad. Great. Our waiter comes to take our order and this is how the conversation went...well...it was in Turkish...I'll be nice and translate it for you.
Brian: Exactly what is in the Infidel Mountain Salad?
Waiter: Cucumbers, tomatoes, onions, and parsley.
Brian: Are there any infidels in the salad?
Waiter: (making a slightly ashamed and confused face) um...no.
Brian: (giggling) good...because I am not a cannibal.
Waiter: (a slight but still somewhat confused smile)
Natalie: (says nothing, but shakes her head because she cannot believe her husband just tried to make a joke when he knows they don't ever go over well.)
Brian: continues to giggle long after the waiter has gone...not laughing at the waiter...he honestly thought the waiter would think it was funny. He continued to laugh at how funny he thought he was.
A picture of the Infidel Mountain Salad. Brian's reaction when he tasted this. "I wonder why they call it the Infidel Mountain Salad. Is it because it leaves a bitter taste in my mouth or because it has been chopped and diced into small pieces...?"
Then he saw this meat cleaver hanging on the wall...and wondered even more...
Brian's second course...a pide with meat, tomato and peppers. Translated "bird head pide"
My meal...ev yemekleri...home-cooked food. Basically chicken stew. It tasted better than it looks!
Just a note...we do not mean to offend with this blog post. Brian wondered if it should even be written...but since he would be considered an infidel himself he figured it would be ok! He asked the owner of the restaurant why the salad was called that and was told that in Van, Turkey there is a mountain called the Infidel Mountain. The restaurant was called Van's Table so the food was named after things from that region.