In the early 90s I lived in İstanbul near the suburb of Şirinevler, and there was a sweet bakery – baklava and all those sticky syrupy cakes, plus biscuits, helva and lokum (what we call Turkish delight) – and across the street from it a dentist. The business name was the same, and I always assumed it was two brothers who’d opened up the businesses, one to rot your teeth for money, the other to take the rest of your cash to repair them.
RSS Feed
