It turns out that entropy can be defeated after all. Otherwise, how would you explain the perfectly whole mussels (you’d be fucking sick and tired of trying to open them, just like oysters) that inside have…the damn risotto!

And there’s a very lonely mussel lying on top of it.

And it’s looking at you.

There’s an infernal crowd, heaps of mussels, “a hole in the wall”; it all really looks like a bazaar/train station. And suddenly there appear some fashionable, bright, carrot-colored cardboard buckets (50 Liras a bucket) full of mussels and with a couple of lemons on top.

I have to tell you straight away that there’s a certain technology of eating them: first you open the shell, next you squeeze some lemon on the rice, and then you eat it using the shell for a spoon (you can feed each other; and it’s really funny to watch the hyper-heterosexual Turks who have beards and physically resemble medium-sized refrigerators do it to each other – feed one another).

I wouldn’t say it’s incredibly tasty. Though it’s tasty enough and it’s rather sort of weird and cool at the same time: to come there and have some stuffed mussels, open them for each other, and eat them with hands – overall, this is a romantic fast food restaurant™.