There is a pub at Balo Street, off Istiklal in Istanbul called James Joyce. It serves Irish and/or British visitors or expats in Istanbul and anyone else who drops in. Probably has live broadcasts of British sports, some live music and definitely fish & chips besides the expected quaff.
Some years ago, before I disgustedly left Trip Advisor, I had arranged to meet another forumite at this pub. This is the story of the aborted mission which I managed to find from the annals of history :
|Entering Istiklal Street on 22 Feb. 2015 to Relive That Day|
The first attempt to meet Blue Peter was a total fiasco. This being Saturday, we could only park rather far away. The weather seemed nice, and i trusted the garage attendant, who said there would not be rain, so did not take our umbrella. The area around the James Joyce was lively and fun with an average 22-25 age group of people having the time of their lives, although, strangely, some of whom were only playing backgammon and sipping their teas.
|And Here's the James Joyce|
We bumped through them to the James Joyce, paid our 20TL each admission which qualified for a 50cc Efes each. The music inside was OK but kept on getting louder. The only elderly gentleman was i think a Brit 75-85, emaciated, not bald and with a 30-35 year old homely girl. This was good for our marriage , because it made both of us thankful for what we had.
We had our beers with some chips, stayed till 10"45 and left into a terrible downpour. The fun kids had disappeared and the umbrella sellers were nowhere in sight. Eser accused me of listening to the garage attendant who was obviously a nincompoop. i bowed my head in shame and walked into the first shop, feeling my red neck getting wet from the rain water accumulating on the awnings and waiting for you to get under it. It turned out that the shop had some umbrellas for 14 TL which either did not stay open or would not close. We got one of the will not close kind and a sort of a ski cap for 25 for me which helped me lose some weight because of the sweating at 14 degree Centigrade weather.
So, we did not meet Blue Peter but managed to boost the slack Turkish economy, somewhat.
However, i will vouch for the James Joyce. The music was good. Even the 80 year old patron was tapping his good foot, the chips were very slightly soggy, and we even saw some people dancing at a dark corner. At least we thought they were dancing.
The way back to the car was uneventful. The chestnut sellers were not around. Many other pedestrians had 5TL umbrellas which were sold around the corner and which could be opened and closed at will.
The car was there with the keys inside. We drove back, having paid at the cashier, parked the car and discovered that our umbrella was not in the car. No, not the one that does not close. That one, we still have with us, to remember Blue Peter by.