Brief baklava break

About two-thirds of the way through the Tarsus trip and it was clear we needed a blast of sugar. Luckily, the local baklavaria was not far away.

We got a mixed plate of various baklava, all with different compositions of dough, pistachio, and honey. The pistachio log, while tempting, proved not to be the best as it was a little dry. The title of best of the plate went to the unsuspecting normal-shaped baklava in the lower right, which was oh so good. It got a close-up as a victory prize.

At the same joint, a group of five men came in, ordered a massive plate of these baklava, a side of Turkish ice cream, and some cay. They polished it all off in about five minutes, probably putting away eight pieces of baklava apiece. Nicely done, gents.