Bargain

I was pottering about in my host family's house before my 2 o'clock start at college when I realised that i was actually starving. My poor tummy was rumbling but I knew that the only food on offer would be last night's leftover chilli con carne, which wasn't a perticularly appealing prospect. I decided to go and do something about it, and remembering my Turkish landlady's recomendation of a Turkish cafe down the end of our street, I set out to find some grub.
I started off walking and it was a few minutes before I remembered how long this road was, it streched out before me, mocking me, and all the time I was walking I was very aware that I was going to have to walk back again.
Eventually, I arrived at the top of Charminster high street and following my directions, looked opposite the Tesco express for Ali Baba. I cast my judgemental eye over the shabby kebab shop exterior, adorned with colourful pictures of cooked meat on skewers and rotating doner kebab. Wrinkling my nose, I decided to give it a go anyway. When i walked in, I spotted a rowdy table of middle aged Turkish men tucking into big plates of grilled meat, rice and salad. A few of them cast a weary eye over me and returned to their meal. A little man behind the glass counter smiled and greeted me as I picked up a menu and tried to decide what to eat. My landlady had recomended the lahmacun (a kind of Turkish pizza) so I asked for that and took a seat at one of the long wooden tables.
The little man bought me over a small bulb-shaped glass of Turkish tea while I waited. I watched a broad man strech dough into a circle and spread over lamb mince before scooping it up with a round palate and throwing it into the fire oven. A few minutes later it was ready, golden and crisp. The man behind the counter put it on to a sheet of white paper and topped it with shredded lettuce, pickled red cabbage, juicy tomatoes and red onions before rolling it up and tieing the ends. I asked for a pot of their thick yoghurt and cucumber dip, and because i was feeling really piggy, two little pieces of honey-drenched home-made baklava. Imagine my surprise when I got my purse out to pay and the man said "three pounds fifty please". I felt rather guilty handing such a small amount of money over for so much food.