Deciding to be more proactive in the area of food photography (we all know that food blogs are much like personal ads: No picture = no interest), I brought my camera to work yesterday, since my partner and I were planning on eating at Epan before catching the Blue Jays (5-4 over Tampa Bay, for anyone who's interested).
(Aside: Epan is a Chinatown anomaly. Located right on Spadina, it is impeccably clean (Think mirrored walls being fastidiously wiped down, think non-overlooked bathrooms), it's spare and elegant, and it's ridiculously delicious and affordable. I'm on a quest for hot and sour soup, and they have the best I've found since the closure of the Montreal restaurant that served the best ever.)
We ended up going to Banjara, probably the best Indian I've found so far in Toronto. We ordered a ridiculous amount of naan (the menu item of theirs I'm least crazy about, though I hear loads of chowhounders love it), a lentil spinach dish and their chicken korma. Oh, and the thickest straw-sticking-straight-up-until-you-physically-reach-in -there-to-grab-it-and-only-just-barely-have-the-strength-to-move-it mango lassie ever.
But the korma. Everything else I've had there is good, but the korma is to die for. We cleaned our plates (and I joyously ripped out a tupperware container from my bag which I proceded to fill with the leftovers, feeling very pleased with myself for this accidental green gesture), paid the bill, packed up to leave...and I remember my camera.
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2 comments:
i am so close to ordering the chicken korma right now...
Um, just so you know. That's pretty much standard operating procedure for most of us. Sssshhhh!
xo, Biggles
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