#buprak

once i was abroad and went with my partner in a little speakeasy, tucked in a grand hotel foyer. The place was SMALL small and we sat down in a dim lit table, trying to hear ourselves as a group beside us ordered expresso martini after expresso martini. Anyways. when the waiter came, i asked him if he had any suggestions on the menu. he promptly replied: our carpaccio wagyu is very famous. carpaccio wagyu it is then.

GOD. When i say that dish were life changing.

think of FAT RAW BUTTERY MEAT dissolving in your mouth. Really dissolving like, coming to pieces w just SALIVA. No spice to season it, just a pinch of salt and a small dash of olive oil.

The idea of tender flesh giving in… with little to no resistance…. I mean, bubi’s resolves also dissolved the moment toprak entered his motorhome. He’s just stubborn to admit it.

Also: finding a gem in a boisterous, noisy place, when u weren’t excpecting it - like them both on the paddock. Also: tasting someting once and ending up being obsessed 4 life.