If you take a stroll through the city center, you're bound to come across at least one Turk-ebab joint. Simply by being so numerous, Turk-ebab must be one of Riga's most well-known kebab restaurants. It presents itself as being a real Turkish place, but falls seriously short. It takes more than having the words ”Turk” and ”Turkish” everywhere and playing Turkish pop music with a singer who has the vibrato of a goat. Just like serving meatballs and having the waiters commit suicide at your table won't make a restaurant Swedish.
Why do you always bitch about Latvian kebab? It's tasty!
”DILL IN THE GARLIC SAUCE? SERIOUSLY?”
No. It just isn't. What we have at Turk-ebab are some seriously Latvianized dishes with very little resemblance to genuine kebab. I mean, dill in the garlic sauce? Seriously? And where do they get that cheap ketchup they call chili sauce? The Lahmacun is slightly less disastrous, but still... The food at Turd-kebab (oh no, he didn't just write what I think he did, did he?) is tasteless, bland and quite frankly a waste of space. The only time you'd wanna go there is after a wild night out, it's freezing outside, you happen to be close to one and you simply don't care what you put in your mouth.