Safa , for me, the January of the father is the beautiful Samatya where I spent my childhood. If you are upset one day, go to Safa at about 18:00, the voice of Muzeyyen abla or Pasha, who is still playing finely, can be heard. tell me your raki , a piece of feta cheese , a few olive oils, that atmosphere has repaired a very broken heart, I'm sure it will also repair yours. Hasan Or Hüseyin will take care of your table for service, tell him a Bulent Çankaya-style fava, make my ear ring
If you want to see an old tavern environment, it's fine. The decor environment is very pleasant. The subject of appetizers and Decanter heats is quite mediocre. We said leaf liver, a finger-thick, properly uncooked liver arrived. Without a pattern of the brain, it had not been cleaned very well either. His clothes were nice. But I mean, I don't know if that path will be taken for patchanga either. The prices are quite reasonable. Especially compared to the Anatolian side, it was very good. There is a valet, there is no need to turn around in traffic, because there is no space on that road, but the valet solves it.