Does it matter the time, the day, to have some time, time in time, sitting, smelling old days?
The milk boiling in a big cauldron, people rushingly stop over to buy their share of the famous clotted cream made from buffalo milk. If any left, that is. The others are trying to find a small table to have a humble breakfast. The newbies asking about a cheese platter… All happening in a tiny place called Bulgar’ın Yeri, known to us Kaymakçı Pando, we calling him Pando Amca.
One of those many morning when it is early for döner, and late for anything else, I had a simple breakfast, sahanda tereyağlı yumurta, clotted cream and honey, a glass of hot milk, all gulped down with a lot of bread.
They say Pando Amca is a grumpy old man, he is not. You do not have to be cute and old. He is a man of his kind, he works hard, he loves to work and he works more than the other people in the little place. If he likes you, he makes jokes and smile…He pours some cold milk in the simmering milk from time to time, avoiding it to burn… He wraps the orders, he takes the money, he talks to customers…
There is always a thin milk fragrance hanging in the air…
There you drink hot milk, there you eat that whole plate of clotted cream. There you do not want to share your food.
Address: Sinan Paşa Mah. Mumcu Bakkal sk. No:5, Beşiktaş