This place is disappointing on all accounts. Service is essentially non-existant once sat, where even a lifted hand does nothing. The promised quick refills are not there. The refills take too much time for any form of good judgment to grow. The ambience is reminiscent of a soup kitchen. Constant chatter, no civil respect, constant bumping into others. The lack of secularism is flagrant with the TV (only two of the four sets are turned on, with only one broadcasting something other than the store tariffs) consistently showing the Mecca. The food is terrible. Excess oil, dry pizza dough, tasteless cheese and sushi that all confusingly have crushed peppers, making them awkwardly spicy for the dish. If this place is supposed to be Turkish, then supposedly drinking maple syrup would automatically make you Canadian too. There are NO Turkish dishes whatsoever. No baklava, no doner, no kebab, hiçbir şey. The district that this establishment is suitated in is ugly, dirty and stinks. The social media buzz around this place is simply lying. 100%
