Without fail, every country I’ve been to has their own variety of creme-filled sandwich cookie, available in a convenient roll from the corner market on those evenings when you are just too burned out to face the crowds. they always seem to taste better than their American counterparts.
I can heartily recommend the Turkish “Kremali” brand. I just devoured an entire pack in a single setting, washed down with an ice cold Efes.
Too late to walk up past the Hippodrome in search of more eggplant kebaps. Tomorrow, it’s a quest for seafood, seaside photos, Beyagolu cafes. Settling in for some Orhan Pamuk.
