They eat nothing but offal cooked in rancid olive oil in Turkey

Bond sat down in a comfortable-armed chair and took the small tumbler the waiter offered him. He lifted it towards Kerim and tasted it. It [raki] was identical with ouzo. He drank it down. At once the waiter refilled his glass.

"And now to order your lunch. They eat nothing but offal cooked in rancid olive oil in Turkey. At least the offal in Misir Carsasi is the best."

I. Fleming, From Russia, with love (1957), 109