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.
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