"During a fringal that I had to do between noon and two, he absolutely eats a kebab sandwich. This is my friend Sacha Lecaillou, accompanied by his friend Nathan Spidere. The latter submitted the idea of going to fill our appetite at the restaurant Turques located in the commune of Soissons. Finally arrived in place E at time H, it was time for us to order a kebabier mixture of first choice. After a relatively short wait (but still long from a temporal point of view only) the master kebabier brought us something to raise us. The first croc came logically. And at this moment M, my palace knew no other ecstasy than this delicious Turkish food. Add to this a white sauce, which is the impression that it comes out directly from a cow having grazed the grass in the Normandy meadows for the past five years, and so succulent fries that they remind me of those that could be prepared for me by my late grandmother (peace to her soul), when we sailed in her marine home in southern Belgium. The Cola is always cool, and the accumulation of the 4 added flavors creates a feeling of satisfaction rarely reached in my sad existence. In addition, employees seem to be passionate about their business: we could talk about the history of kebab with them for hours. The fact of providing second division matches via their flat screen TV immerses us even more on the other side of the Bosphorus. We'd really believe it, that's all! The maintenance of the premises seems satisfactory to me, however small flat at the sanitary level, to which it would have been better to change the hunting of water. To conclude, I advise this medium-eastern fast food establishment, alone or with employees. I would come to eat again these succulent specialties with a friend very close professor of economy, also fan of meat type döner kebab . It was a true journey to the heart of the Ottoman millennium culture. What a pleasure."
