19 Numara Bos Cirrik 2 – A Worthy Contender To Mangal’s Turkish Crown? Fraid Not…

by timchester

As welcomes go, “there’s a five pound per bottle charge for corkage” isn’t one of my favourites. It’s not a great way to start an evening at a high end restaurant, less so a local joint in the badlands of Stokey, and even less so when it’s the only greeting you get for the first ten minutes.

We thought about asking what 19 Numarra Bos Cirrik 2’s unscrewing fee was (our vino wasn’t exactly vintage) and we thought about asking to see their own wine list, but we were left to our own devices for ages, just stewing on the unfairness of it all (actually, everyone but me got over it pretty fast and I’ve since learnt on Martin’s misersavingexpertdotcom that a fiver’s comparably reasonable). Either way, off to a bad start that only got worse with the three different permutations of wine and glasses we were brought before we got our hands on three empty glasses.
Everyone that’s ever set foot in Dalston has a favourite Turkish ocakbasi, and most of them say Mangal. I’ve heard Testi recommended and Ozli got some props on this here blog but 19 Numara Bos Cirrik has cropped up too many times to ignore too. There’s three of them; we went to the one nearest the almighty new(ish) boozer the Jolly Butchers (go go go if you prefer freedom of choice with regards your beers and cider) last night.
Sadly, it never ascended above average. Hummus had a seductive grainy grit but lacked the oily freshness that elevates the best above the container varieties, while lamacun was a touch too tepid but did boast some moreish peppers and a bubbled crust that had us playing tug of war for a while. House bread was forgettable.
Then again, these places are all about the meat. Chicken shish kept one of us unusually quiet for ten minutes, a no-nonsense platter of charred chunks as good as any on Kingsland Road but my mixed grill was mixed. Lamb chunks were tough and lamb ribs tougher although the chicken again came up smelling of spices and the minced lamb skewer was a crumbly delight. Onions in various states of disarray came on separate plates and the raw leaves were a sharp counterpoint and most welcome.
It did the job, but don’t expect Mangal to lose the stranglehold anytime soon. The World In 202 Meals did this place – check out their thoughts.
Soundtrack: Turkish rave music
Clientele: A lot of smiley happy people
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Dave November 7, 2010 at 9:46 am

Sounds as if another pretender to the crown tries and fails…. Mangal still rules supreme.

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