Cirrik 19 Numara Bos

£10 - £25 / Turkish, Mediterranean, Middle Eastern, Vegetarian options

34 Stoke Newington Rd, London

Awards

Excellent Kebabs 2024

Opening hours

12PM-12AM

Sunday 12PM-12AM
Monday 12PM-11PM
Tuesday 12PM-11PM
Wednesday 12PM-11PM
Thursday 12PM-11PM
Friday 12PM-12AM
Saturday 12PM-12AM

Authentic Turkish Cuisine Shines in Dalston

Dining at this Turkish haven in the heart of Dalston felt like being a guest at a boisterous and much-loved family gathering. Cirrik, for those yet to make its acquaintance, is not just another spot on the culinary landscape but a sturdy bastion in east London’s restaurant scene—and deservedly so, judging by the throngs of devoted patrons who’ve been flocking here for over a decade. The charm it exudes is dual: whilst the vibrancy of Turkish hospitality and cuisine effortlessly dance together, the staff backbone—namely the inimitable Baris and enthusiastic colleagues—fortifies the whole experience into something rather enchanting. From making swift drink recommendations (Baris's Pornstar Martini has apparently bested most across town) to mirthfully weaving through the maze of tables like service ninjas, their genuine warmth was kept afloat on the raft of sincerity.

The flavours? Ah, the flavours are nothing short of revelatory. Lamb chops that articulate the very language of succulent perfection and liver so compellingly prepared it might tempt even those lingering at the periphery of organ meats. Don’t bypass the onion salad paired with the beyti kebab—a relevant culinary metaphor for lightning captured in a bottle, except you eat it. It’s refreshing to see that the cocktails don't merely exist or nod passively at happy hour rhetoric but leap earnestly onto one's tastebuds; do yourself a favour and ensure they form part of your ordering manifesto. Dishes cascade over generous rims, staying faithful to classics yet nudged by polished execution. And the atmosphere? Simply palpable. Whether tucked under an autumnal evening’s embrace on their outside terrace or amidst the chatting clatter inside, it's a lively symphony that won’t benefit from description alone—you simply must step in. — Penelope Savory