If people know Yenipazar for one thing, it's the flatbread — rolled paper-thin, legendary, not up for debate. Fine, the bread's eaten — now what? That's where it gets complicated. In this small district on the banks of the Menderes, evenings move quietly: the market's short, the conversation's long. Some order tea, others just get some air facing the plain. Caught between the two? The rule's clear: roll the dice, and the result is as non-negotiable as the bread.