What I had was a dish called 'kokorec'. You will often see it being sold on the streets (I don't think I've ever seen it in a restaurant).
It's basically intestines wrapped around a skewer and grilled over charcoal. Nice.
It's then chopped and put in a sandwich.
Now, what does that remind me of?
I think I'm going to buy me a cart and earn some cash down Covent Garden.
Tourists take note: You're going to get pissed and end up eating it so this is just a heads up to you. It is tripe.
You see, when Brits get pissed in Britain, they eat doner kebabs. When Turks get pissed in Turkey, they eat tripe. Either grilled in the form of kokorec or as the garlic-based soup, iskembe corbasi. Personally, nothing's going to tip the balance of an alcoholic queasy feeling quicker than the thought of tripe. Turks are hard as fucking nails. Even the girls.
My girlfriend, after a few shandies, likes nothing more than a plate of rice topped with a sheep's face. Rock hard.