I have been hearing about the wonder that is breakfast at Besiktas Kaymakci aka Pando Kaymak for years.
Everything you read about this place says it's worth the trip and every bit as good as you have heard. Here is another one of those posts.
It required waking up early on a Sunday morning and a brief taxi ride. The front desk of our hotel was concerned that we knew this was a simple, local place. One she was assured that we knew what was what, she organized a taxi and off we went onto the sleepy weekend streets. Even our taxi driver had to ask how to find it. Look just past fish market for the fogged over, blue framed window.
Pando himself was having his breakfast and quickly cleared his plate and made room for us to sit down. Plates of honey drizzled Kaymak - a kind of clotted cream made from fresh water buffalo milk - and fried eggs and sausage and traditional Turkish tea in tulip shaped glasses were quickly served. Even my dairy disliking teenager was licking his spoon.
It is every bit as delicious as ever single article, blog post, and app entry says it is.