My best meal is a far cry from the ordinary. We've been going twice a year since 2009 and each time until 2013, we made our way along to the beach just beyond Bakrac to a wee part of the "beach" with 2 rickety broken down sunbeds opposite a shack known as Otantik, latterly Robinson Crusoe. (I called it Shirley Valentine's beach as no one else was ever there). The man lived rough there and each time we wanted an Efes, he'd run to the supermarket at Koca Calis. In 2010 on our 3rd visit, he would not let us go until we shared his meal. It consisted of chicken legs, the size of sparrow's, and crab apples grown on his land. He cooked them on a wire over a very small small homemade bbq. He invited us in to his patch, and although he could not speak a word of English (and we, no Turkish), his hospitality and generosity overwhelmed us. We will never forget him and I'm heart broken when I now see his "home" in ruins. I often wonder where he went to.