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Our Story
We won’t call it fate,
but our paths crossed at the same table.
Sharing one bite after another,
we found brotherhood in friendship.
Our dreams grew in the same pot,
our effort came from the same hands.
And Müdavim was born from this bond —
a little Aegean breeze,
a little sweat of labor,
and above all, a deep love for the table we cherish.
Müdavim?
We grew up by the Aegean,
where childhood tasted like olive oil.
The plates were simple, but full.
The tables were long, and the talk was endless.
Now in Amsterdam,
that same taste, that same warmth
returns to our tables.
We are not entirely old,
nor completely new.
A pinch of salt, a good friend,
a glass of raki,
a smile you didn’t expect…
You come once,
and somehow,
you never really leave.
That’s what makes a müdavim.
müdavim (moo-dah-veem) — a regular guest who returns not just for the food, but for the feeling.