I am in Istanbul just long enough to catch a morning flight to Cyprus, not enough time to head into the city, what with most sights closing early during winter. I am staying at the Radisson Blu Conference & Airport Hotel, Istanbul, and per my standard policy, I was not going to dine at the hotel restaurant.
Down the hill was a brightly lit, cavernous place packed with families. A microcosm of my preconception of Turkish society, about 2/3 of the tables had women with uncovered heads, about 1/3 had scarves, and only one table, that of 20-somethings, had a mix of women with heads uncovered and covered. Coincidentally the International Herald Tribune today leads with a piece on the furor over the proposed new, conservative uniforms for Turkish Airlines flight attendants.
I studied what everyone was ordering and with some input from the waiter, he actually recommended some cheaper options than what I was considering, I had a delicious creamy lentil soup, baked cheese appetizer, yogurt, and a meter of pizza. Sumptuous, and yes, I confess, I ate the whole thing.