Pret A Manger. The tens and hundreds of Prets in London. They sure were one of the best parts about being there. Every single time we indulged in the famous, always fresh, always yummy, always hard-to-pick-which triangle sandwich (meaning, each morning, afternoon and times in between) we prayed for the day big boss Julian Metcalfe decided to stretch his arms abroad and bring his lovely store chain to Turkey was near. This is an open request. We are serious. If you don't wanna do it, let us provide this sacred service for our people. I am not ready to give up you guys' skinny cappuccino just yet, please.