After visiting the shadows of Taksim square, the pains of failed revolution long forgotten and buried we wandered off down the main drag towards the straits. Still jet lagged and a bit overwhelmed by the crowds and noise we stumbled onto this store front.
It stopped me cold. I had to go in.
We had found a temple of pickling. There were simple jars of pickled everything. From fruits to vegetables to some of the most potent looking hot sauce I had ever seen. Taste tests by reputable Yementes proved it.
The owner knew spoke no English. None was needed. He served us sample after sample followed by two coffee mugs filled with warm pickled vegetables in a sour vinegar broth.
It was very good.
Stunning in its simiplicity it was also iInstant revival for the soul. Crunchy, warm and delicious. I remember it now
I have no idea if you will find this place, I can't see it anywhere on the internet. But if are wandering Istanbul and you see those pickles and a shop with that long name, go in.
The awning showed a phone number 244 05 18 and 249 13 24. But if you call have someone translate.