Yesterday I went back to that Turkish restaurant, mainly to ask about that red-colored pepper. I asked the Turkish woman who wears hijab and runs the place, apparently together with her husband. The language barrier forced me to rephrase the questions repeatedly. She said it was red pepper or hot pepper but couldn't offer any further specifics.
I ordered the chicken soup, and it was good, but not out of this world as it had been the previous Tuesday. The difference was that the previous time the top note was dill, and this time the top note was black pepper.
What was still out of this world was the pide bread that they served with the soup. I ate all the pide bread in the basket.
I gently expressed my disappointment about the soup, saying it was much better last week, and the lady in charge said that some other customer had complained about the dill, but that if I let them know in in advance that I'm coming, they can make the soup with dill. Meanwhile,the manager served me a complimentary cup of tea, very welcome on a cold January day.
It's tough to be an independent restaurateur in NYC if you care about the quality of the food; in addition to landlord-tenant difficulties you have to please customers with different tastes.
In the unlikely event that any of you reading this ends up in Sunnyside, Queens, the restaurant is the Sofra Mediterranean Grill, at 45-08 46th St., near the Sunnyside Arch.