We are named after a rain.

In Anatolia, the showers that fall in the late afternoon at the end of spring are called kırkikindi: forty afternoons of rain, so the saying goes. It is the rain that feeds the soil, raises the grain and lays the table.

The secret is in the fire.

A minute over the fire is one thing, an hour another, a whole day something else again. Lighting a fire is easy; the craft is in keeping it right. Here the pot sits low, the oven takes its time, and the embers are never hurried.

Konya's table remembers.

We cook again the dishes that once came out of homes, mansions and the palace kitchen and slipped off the table because they take trouble: recipes of Konya, of the Seljuks, of the Ottoman court. We keep three houses in Konya: Millet Bahçesi, Akyokuş Kasrı and Mevlana.

Our tables

Our tables

May your table be plentiful and your day bright.