Just when you think you have discovered the ultimate Turkish food or drink, along comes boza.
|all very nostalgic at Vefa Bozacısı|
Boza is a very special drink that I will forever associate with a very polluted Ankara circa 1976 and the mournful cry on a winter’s night of boooo –zaaaaa reverberating from the darkened street outside. It immediately takes me back to when my girls were little, fast asleep in their beds and there I was wondering what on earth I was doing in such an exotic place!
|behind the counter there are two splendid marble vats|
of freshly- made boza
|turn left down this road and you’ll find it|
|this hangs on the wall of the shop: note, it is made from millet not|
Also note its efficacy against cholera!
|a photo of Atatürk hangs prominently on the wall|
I just loved this place as there within that one room is Istanbul as it was all those decades ago: the picture of Atatürk high on the wall, the cup from which he drank his boza enshrined next to it. I can’t promise that you are going to love the taste but it is a real cultural experience so it doesn’t matter. It is the real thing, I promise you.
As you cross the portal, the marble step worn deep over decades, you enter the timeless world of boza. You should have stopped over the road before entering to buy your obligatory leblebi/ roasted chickpeas which you will sprinkle on top of your boza. A plastic spoon will help you eat them.
|or you take a seat and have your boza right there|
along with the locals
|liking it isn’t the point|