Forbidden Fare

"Forbidden Fare" was the essay that I read. It was posted in "The New Yorker." The author that wrote this essay was speaking from first hand exprience. He was talking about what is was like to embrace a different culture then he was. His family was of an Islamic backgroud and his mom said that it was certain things that he and his brother weren't allowed to do. One of those things was to not by food off of the city streets. This was around the time that fast-food was coming out in Turkey and in Istanbul. He talks about how he was in fear of eating a "frankfurter" that he had bought from the buffet. He said, " I was awash in fear but also euphoric." Eating that sandwich was against his mothers every belief. As he stands in guilt, his brother just happens to come walking down the street and catches him. This was back in the 1960's when frankfurter were special dishes that you could only get in a restuarant. None the less his mother found out about it because his brother has a big mouth.(That's just my opinion) Soon after that, sandwich buffets or small vendor's started popping up all over the place as well as the national diet. The frankfurter sandwich became the height of fashion on the street. The author never gives his name, his brothers name, nor his mothers name. You would assume that since he was in fear that they were still children.
The majority of the buffets and sandwich shops opened in the European quarter. " We'd glaze through the glass at the dark-red sauce that had been simmering all day and select one of the frankfurters wallowing in it like happy water buffalo in mud." During the next twenty years or so more of Istanbul and Turkey were getting use to eating fast food. According to the auther these shops had names such as the "Atlantic" and the "Pacific." His mom believed that the meat in those hamburgers where from all different parts of animals. He talked about how hamburgers and sausages were stuff of nightmares. He gones on to say that the best sandwich he ever had was at the sportshall. Each purveyor offered there own specialties and would sell only what they themselves know and love.