T
URKISH LONDON STRETCHES
through the boroughs of Hackney and
Harringay, in the northeast of the city.
There are Turkish barber shops and
bakeries, lahmacun cafes and baklava
stores, and an Ottoman-style mosque
with a butcher’s shop beneath it. Greengrocers stock
grape molasses and halloumi; fishmongers specialize
in Aegean sea bream and Black Sea anchovies. Doz-
ens of Turkish, Kurdish, and Cypriot social clubs are
open to members only, their smoke-filled rooms a
mystery to outsiders.
What unites this community is the collective love
of food and, above all, the mangal—the Turkish word
for a grill. Long before chefs like Yotam Ottolenghi
helped bring pomegranate molasses, tahini, and sumac
further into the culinary mainstream, the neighbor-
hood’s grill houses were serving smoky eggplant dips,
citrus- drenched bulgur salads, and cigarillos of chewy
vine leaves alongside smokily grilled cuts of lamb and
skewers of chicken. This area is always my first stop
whenever friends are visiting London from out of town.
I recently gathered with a group traveling from60 SAVEUR.COM
- Clockwise from top left:
Flatbreads in progress;
this slice of London has
the densest collection
of kebab shops in the
country; a butcher at
work in Hackney.
TURKEY to LONDON