Zeugma's

I'm just catching up with the clock as I’ve been to America trying to get back into the swing of things – time for an update. After Candytown we ventured across the road to La Romantica, entering through the domestic looking door and were surprised to be turned away as they were full to capacity. Grrr. Our need for food and progressing with the clock led to a tiny distortion of the rules and we headed up London Road to Zeugma’s. A Turkish restaurant that looks and feels a take-away offers a healthier and superior calibre variation from the tradition London Road kebab. Seated and ravenous we were grateful to be presented with complementary bread and olives, which were hurriedly consumed and sated a growing hunger starting to grumble from inside the darkened corridors of my gut. It’s traditionally Turkish victuals were aromatic and tender, they enticed the nostrils while stimulating the saliva glands. The lamb kebabs were full of flavour and served in a substantial quantity. As usual there was too much provided and my plate was decidedly not clear at the end. We were well served and well satisfied by the end of our meal, even more so when the bill arrived. The meal was well priced to for the food and service provided. There distinct and unsolicited cool breeze that meandered occasionally through the tables which carried upon it the abrosial smells from the stove. The smells were pleasing the siberian tempest less so. I suppose the open cooker warms the surrounding air to an acceptable temperature for others but I, as a miner's son's daughter, remained bundled in a winter coat throughout. I'll not prattle on about this slight inconveniance more than necessary, and state it was a lovely meal.