Hackney: Yeah, we've got stabbings and shootings, but one of the many things we do have is an overabundance of cracking Turkish restaurants. Everyone I know has a favourite, but I'm going to let you, dear reader, in on a little secret. Even the most bog standard Turkish restaurant (ropey kebab shops in Soho don't count) will do Lamachun. Memorise this word--you never know when you'll need it. Some describe it as Turkish pizza, which is like calling Pad Thai fried spaghetti with peanuts. When you utter this magic word, you'll be provided with a thin-as-you-like flat bread base, smeared with a fragrant herb and minced lamb sauce, baked and served rolled up in white paper. You can even get salad wrapped into it if you're missing one of your five-a-day--just avoid the pickled red cabbage unless you like that why-oh-why-did-I-get-a-kebab-last-night taste. It is so light and chewy that you can easily polish one off without breaking a sweat (go for pide if you're famished). And the best thing of all, at around £1, it won't be breaking any banks.