Kokoreç

Spit roasted intestines, anyone? There’s doner galore on the streets of Istanbul, but I had my eye on this stuff. At first, I thought it was string cheese on a spit, but my friend Fulya set me straight. When I asked her if she ever tried it, I got a look of complete disbelief. “Are you kidding,” she asked me, “I love this stuff!” Since we were on our way to dinner and since kokoreç is usually a post-drinking indulgence, we ordered a quarter sandwich. It was totally enough to get the full effect of the crispy fried spicy faintly organy goodness.