Bank Holiday Monday turned out to be a Turkish day.
As it was a typical Bank Holiday, that is cold, damp and generally miserable, the plan was to go for some indoor activity such as visiting a museum, preferably one where you can get a decent cup of tea. We tentatively chose the Science Museum but, first, there was the little matter of breakfast.
On a cold, damp and generally miserable day, one naturally tends to travel the shortest practicable distance to fulfill one’s purposes and so our feet carried us naturally to the Perfecto Cafe in Chapel Market. Tigger chose the Turkish breakfast and I followed suit.
I say the Turkish breakfast but for all I know it might just be a Turkish breakfast, a member of the set or class of all possible Turkish breakfasts. Either way, we enjoyed it and then left the cafe to make our way through the cold, damp and generally miserable weather to the bus stop where we waited somewhat coldly and miserably for a bus.
After a lengthy busless interval, Tiger enquired, in the manner of one posing a purely theoretical question, “Do you want to wait for the bus or go home?” “Go home!” said I a trifle more hastily than I would have wished but Tigger’s smile of relief provided sufficient justification.
So we returned home, made tea and went to bed to keep warm. We drank tea and watched Ice Cold in Alex on DVD. This about the third time we have watched it but I think it’s one of those films you can watch again and again.
Later I checked my email and Tigger requested me, in a casual way, to check which is the nearest branch of Curry’s. I did and it’s in Camden Town, in case you’re interested.
The next thing I know is that Tigger is up and dressed and putting her shoes on. “Does this mean you want to go out?” I enquired. I am so quick on the uptake that I impress even myself sometimes.
Given the cold, damp and generally miserable conditions, I put on my winter coat with a thick pullover under it and I was glad I did. Despite the summer weather earlier in the week we have reverted to winter and there is no point in denying it. Of course, it may be summer again tomorrow: you just can’t guess what it will do.
We found Curry’s. The shop was crowded and there were only three staff on duty, so we had to wait a bit. It turned out that Tigger had her heart set on an MP3 player that was on special offer until today.
“What now?” asked Tigger happily stowing her MP3 players in her backpack. In the back of our minds was the thought that we hadn’t had anything to eat since our admittedly late breakfast and it was now every bit as late as 4 pm. While we were thinking about this, we went for a bus ride. To Wood Green, to be exact.
Having reached Wood Green, we crossed the road and caught the bus back. Wood Green is a nice enough place, depending on what you like of course, but isn’t all that attractive on a cold, damp and generally miserable day.
The bus carried us to Dalston where we noticed two things, first, that there is something of a Turkish enclave in that area and, second, that we had already been to a very good Turkish cafe there. So we disembarked quickly from the bus and went looking for it. It didn’t take long to find it.
Should you find yourself in the area in need of sustenance, you couldn’t do any better than to visit this excellent venue. It is the Evin at 115 Kingsland High Street, E8 2PB. The atmosphere is very relaxed and you see people reading or plinking away on the laptops over a cup of tea or coffee. Nice place.
We both felt cold so we ordered hot drinks while studying the menu. We were in luck because the soup of the day was lentil soup and vegetarian. It came with olives, slices of lemon and a basket of Turkish bread. Delicious and warming.
After this, Tigger had veg musakka (sic) and I had mantar sote, a dish with mushrooms and stewed vegetables in a tasty sauce topped with melted cheese. Delightful.
One of the quainter items on the menu is “pot tea”. This is not a pot of tea but a cup of tea from a pot, i.e. not a tea bag in a mug as is often what is meant by “tea” these days. It is served without milk which is how I like it.
After a filling meal, we finished our cold, damp and generally miserable Bank Holiday by going home to drink more tea and watch the second series of Spaced on DVD.