As if they were waiting for my cue, everyone at the table ordered another portion. Some are eating Urfa, some Shish Kebab, some Liver, and no one ordered anything different from what they had right in front of them. Is every single thing this guy makes this incredibly delicious? Once you take a bite, you can't get enough of the taste, and you just can't bring yourself to order anything else.
When the second portions arrived, the meze plates were already half-empty. After dropping the kebabs, the waiter topped them off too, then grabbed a few steaming-hot lavash breads from the grill and brought them right to our table.
"Eat up, eat up!"
"We can barely afford one portion a week, but you guys just gorge yourselves until you burst!"
The provocations that had stopped for a while started back up again, but even though we were the subject this time, it was blatantly obvious that the hidden subject was actually them.
"They have no idea what a boiled potato tastes like."
