On the bazaar in Hatay I met an 11 year old boy who spoke really good english. And one of the first things he said to me was 'Hey mister. Come here! I have a restaurant! Come to MY restaurant!'
And he was really proud of his restaurant. In fact it was owned by his uncle who also had a shop with gold and silver and wanted me to buy half of everything he had.
Still, I've never eaten better Iskenderun kebab in Turkey.