C and I ventured to dine at India Chaat and Sweets- you know the place, that bad karma location on University and 8th. Masala dosa was a'ight but all else came straight from deep fry double fry hell. Greasiness is not a crime unto itself- who hasn't relished funnel cake fried up in oil of dubious origin*- but greasiness combined with stale and dry, it's evil to make people waste their grease points that way. Had I any balls, I would have promptly thrown the fish pakoras back to the kitchen yelling in my best old lady Chinese voice "I no eat refry leftover from buffet. I no pay for this. I not even feed to my chiken. You bad restaurant! Baaaadd! Bu hao bu hao!" But since C and I are gentle folk, we paid 14% tip and left without a word.
*I always get good fuzzy feelings thinking about funnel cake. I've been fortunate enough to enjoy it's greasy goodness no less than thrice total in my short life. Funnel cake has unjustly held fantasy food status in my imagination due to the sheer rarity of encountering it. I even think a dream date somehow involves enjoying funnel cake together. (Since C doesn't even read this blog, what's the point sigh...) Oh funnel cake, will I ever meet you again.
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