This chip shop is pristine, very clean and ‘fifties looking. It has light blue (turquoise?) Formica, trimmed in shiny metal, like a ship - with beautiful detailed embossed bits. There is a shrine-like end corner with a display of pictures and photos. On the end wall, up high, facing me as I come in, is a suave, moustachioed, dark-haired and beautiful man in a black and white framed (large) photo, loving the camera. I ask the man behind the counter ‘Who is this man?’ He replies ‘That’s the owner. But not now. Twenty years ago.’
‘He looks like a film star’ I say.
‘Actually, there are two old friends of the owner, they come here and have fish and chips in the back room together (He points through the ribbon curtain to the back room). They were all film stars.’ (I imagine the scene, the three old dudes round the table in the private room, with three portions of Cod and Chips)
‘You wouldn’t know them, but they were famous in Turkey.’
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