no more dosas

well its a sad story for women all around the world. the brown paper on the windows at madras pantry just another sign that the economy is hitting us where it hurts most.

if that kind of a foolproof business plan can flop, then what hope is there for BOBAMERICA?

they picked a great location for foot traffic: across the street from TBP, along that strip of queen where hipsterdom thrives and commoners come to look at the wayfarer clad playing in the park.

their product was a la mode and relevant. affordable ethnic food -for the open minded and travelled inhabitants of the neighbourhood- tightly wrapped in a gluten free (for all those masala loving skinny jeans wearers) crepe seems like a goldmine.

the delivery practice: chatty handsome men in aprons hand you melt in your mouth flavour explosion dosas at an affordable price.


the only flaw i can see is that their bathroom was pretty sick. but i have never heard of a place closing down for that alone.
besides isn't this owned by Hanif from nyood and kultura....? he clearly knows good food and what people want...

so is the message that people don't want handsome men handing them really good food in exchange for a reasonable amount of coin?

perhaps the real problem here is that hipsterdrom is dying. so says NOW (NOW Magazine // Life & Style // Cover Story // The end of the hipster)
and if that's the case, are people going to stop opening businesses in my neighbourhood staffed by good looking gents? .. cause if that is indeed the case, i am gonna start a revolution.


best kept secret in the produce department

i have never been a big apple person. when i feel snacky the last thing that comes to mind is to reach for a crunchy pomme. probably because i find they don't subdue pangs of hunger but rather awaken and enhance them.

but all of this has recently been turned on it's head.

it was when sitting in the kitchen at a cottage this fall when my companion bit into a honeycrisp and stopped. she looked at the fruit in her hand and exclaimed "that has to be one of the best apples i have had". and then bit in again.

no "this week" or "this season" qualifier for the compliment. simply "i have had".

of course i had one crazy!
and i agreed instantly. the sweet crunch and juicy flesh dissolved all previous conceptions or passive disinterest.
and the honeycrisp became the mascot of my fall 2009.

visits to the market in kensington doubled as my fruit intake increased exponentially.
it was on one such recent visit that i found out i am not alone.

a b-line to the back of the produce section where the source of my addiction is stocked, only to find that their regular bin was filled with a mound of measly cortlands left me spinning in shock.
confused i did a lap of the fruit aisle assuming that some new stockhand who had mistakenly switched the two kinds. but i ended up back where i started right in front of their usual compartment.

my disappointed gaze met with a man at the end of the aisle who asked what i was looking for.
"honeycrisp?" i replied.
his head tilted (much like the way a terriers does when you blow air on its nose) before he responded.
"so is she" he said, pointing across the aisle at a forlorn woman hopelessly scanning the bin labels for the words to fulfill her fix.

"what's with those apples?" he said to no one in particular. and before waiting for a response "well we are out. but we do have galas"

i felt like laughing. "no thanks" we said in unison before walking out - both empty handed.

my disappointment was sugar coated in the knowledge that i wasn't alone.
since then i have heard the praises of this almost twenty year old strain in grocery stores and markets across the city.

it was on the phone with a friend the other day, long after my addiction has been under control, that i heard the sound of teeth breaking that familiar skin.
i salivated recalling the taste on my tongue and interrupted with "what kind of apple is that? a honeycrisp?"
"a gala" she replied.
clearly it had been too long and i was losing touch with my senses.

i shrugged to myself before the silence was broken with her saying "but i wish it was a honeycrisp. i tell ya, those have to be the best apples i've had".

clearly it's unanimous.
way to go ontario.
you sure know apples.