Çengelköy lent its name to a cucumber — a small, thin-skinned, unusually crisp sort once raised in market gardens on the slopes behind its shore. The village itself is older than the vegetable's fame: one of the old Asian-side settlements of the Bosphorus, its name usually read as "hook village," after ships' anchors said to have been forged or found on this bend of the strait. Wooden yalıs and narrow lanes spill down to a small waterfront square on the Üsküdar coast, where fishermen have tied up for generations.
Today the heart of the village is Çınaraltı — "under the plane tree" — a tea garden gathered beneath an enormous çınar reckoned to be centuries old. You take a low chair with a glass of tea, ferries and fishing boats crossing the frame, the leaves shifting overhead. On weekend mornings breakfast spreads out slowly, old men play backgammon, and cats work the tables. It stays unhurried: the Bosphorus at eye level, boat wakes slapping the quay, and nothing to queue for.