A walk on HH today, a first for me. Yes, I don't get out much.
A day as cold as iron, frozen paths as hard as steel. Ice on the ponds as hard as solder.
I was accompanied by a cross section of the North London middle class. The moitie-bourgeoisie are handily interchangeable. All so respectable and sober in polar fleecy things, No, I'm just being silly-unreasonable to expect nighties and cans of Tennants on a day like this.
God love 'em for their well behaved dogs, though. Like their children, when they deign to have them. How they manage to breed into them a blend of disciplined playfulness-the dogs, I mean? I expect the children just get given Jumbone.
Really surprising? The gulch-like canyon-ness of the place, deep wild ravines that cry out for abandoned cars and nests of outlaws.
In summary, beautiful and sort of wild and reachable by Travelcard.
Monday 29 November 2010
Tuesday 23 November 2010
Chennai Dosa
In a small space in the back of my tongue (bear with me), I continue to savour my first ever taste of a Masala Dosa, some years back. Nothing I have tasted since compares to that first MD, though I occasionally try to recapture that original taste.
Blah blah, something about the Platonic form of the original dosa, anyway...
So, another attempt today, at Chennai Dosa in Wembley.
The good-nice sambar, affable service, decent tea. Oh, a really good handwash area. Someone actually thought about what people need when eating with their hands.
The bad-dosa texture neither spongy or crispy. Filling had lumps of raw-ish potato and onion. A travesty of coconut chutney-think dessicated coconut in water and milk with mustard seeds.
The odd-the management have a thing about gigantism in food, and visual depictions of the same. The 'family bhatura' poster with puzzled/delighted bloke looking on. But where's the family? Well they've gone away to be amazed by the 5-foot giant dosa. All four of 'em. Anyway, ambition is a good thing. And Tamil photo models get little enough work as it is.
I would have to be really hungry and forgiving to go again.But don't let that stop you.
Blah blah, something about the Platonic form of the original dosa, anyway...
So, another attempt today, at Chennai Dosa in Wembley.
The good-nice sambar, affable service, decent tea. Oh, a really good handwash area. Someone actually thought about what people need when eating with their hands.
The bad-dosa texture neither spongy or crispy. Filling had lumps of raw-ish potato and onion. A travesty of coconut chutney-think dessicated coconut in water and milk with mustard seeds.
The odd-the management have a thing about gigantism in food, and visual depictions of the same. The 'family bhatura' poster with puzzled/delighted bloke looking on. But where's the family? Well they've gone away to be amazed by the 5-foot giant dosa. All four of 'em. Anyway, ambition is a good thing. And Tamil photo models get little enough work as it is.
I would have to be really hungry and forgiving to go again.But don't let that stop you.
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