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Turkish Breakfast
Cold Black Sea mist filled the restaurant garden. A waiter in a red and gold waistcoat brought steaming apple tea in a tulip-shaped glass. I proudly said, "Kahvalti istiyorum, lutfen," which meant (I hoped) "I'd like some breakfast, please." Apparently it did, for the waiter replied, "Certainly, sir. I'll bring the menu right away."
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