The waiter was a hoot - never did catch his name. He made Chris eat an olive because "it's good for your skin" (she shudderingly did as she was told). He made me have another cup of turkish coffee before he would read the grounds. Refused to let us have sugar in the coffee (it was black and strooong) because we wouldn't get a good reading. But that was OK as the halva and baklava were plenty sweet enough - one bite, one sip - no worries.
And he DID read the grounds - after upending the tiny cups onto a serviette, he had a close look at what was left. He certainly sounded like he knew what he was talking about!
