Yesterday I wanted some curry. Wait. Let me clarify. I spent the entire day thinking about curry, how much I love curry, how much I wanted to eat some curry, about how I would gladly knock over an old lady to get at some curry. So after work I headed downtown to Punjabi. They're open every day and they are my favourite East Indian Restaurant in the city. (Seriously, I go there enough that the owner knows me. It's kind of sad.)
Now, I have almost no sense of smell. I don't know why. Most things just don't get in. But when you step in to the Scarth St. Mall the curry reaches everyone, even me. It reaches in the the depths of my hunger and makes me crazy until I've eaten enough that I need a nap. And when I stepped in to the mall that is what I expected.
Nothing. Not a sniff. I started thinking my nose had finally packed up for good. Until I saw the doors. Closed and locked. I actually groaned and then I tried not to cry. A sign out front explained that they were closed for the day. Sorry for the inconvenience.
Out of my love of curry and need for food I broke down and turned on my loyalty to Punjabi. I went to Flavours of India. I know it's not the worst place in the world. I know lots of people love it. I'm just not a huge fan. Especially when I know what I want and I can't get it. Nothing else is going to measure up.
I did get some chana masala, aaloo matar, rice and naan. It was enough to fill the curry gap. It was decent. But I know I'm going to have to go to Punjabi next week to actually get what I want.
On a side note, can someone please tell me how the troglodytes of this city votes FOI best Indian Restaurant? Over Punjabi? Or Selam? What the fuck? (but ten those same freaks voted McDeath's best fries...)
See, I'm not a food snob, everyone else just has white trash taste buds. It's like their mouths are taste bud trailer parks.