Monday ended up being rando "let's go to Dosa" night. It started out as "let's go to Pizzeria Delfina" night, but that's neither here nor there. Dosa is a South Indian restaurant in the Mission. It totally rules. Dosa's menu goes above and beyond the usual Chicken Tikka, which also normally totally rules. Just wait til' we end up at Nann and Curry some night at 2 a.m. for that post but it will be less about spice and more about who ended up with a case of butt soup. But, I digress. We ended up ordering a ton of food. Yes, a full metric ton of food. Although we asked for the "mild" versions of everything. What? Yes I fucking said mild! What am I some kind of asshole who makes everyone who should happen to be dining with me suffer chili burns? Sheesh! Whatevs. According to the girly stomachs that accompanied me to dinner (sorry Oliver. You're all bro. dude. Just not your stomach. Your stomach is totally traveling pants.) everything was at least a little spicy. Except. The Pani Puri. Pani Puri is not only extremely fun to say, it's also mutha fuckin' delicious! The waitress, or excuse me, server seemed surprised that I knew the deal with the Pani Puri, and no I've never dated an Indian girl. Anyway, I wish would have been able to use the "Oh yes, Pani Puri. Delicious isn't it? I used to eat the stuff all the time when I was on my sabbatical. Spent a year on a camels back in India." Yeah I would never actually say something like that. So what's a Pani Puri anyway? Pani Puri are these little crispy hollow puffs that you crack open and put garbanzo beans, lentils, and potatoes into. The best part is that you fill it up with a spiced water. At Dosa they serve two kinds. For me a mint and chili water. It was super hot and yummy. They also gave us a tamarind water which according to Steph was in fact not spicy and yummers. The verdict was in. Pani Puri rules for sharing amongst spicy and non spicy peeps alike. Yaayyyy!!!!!
The Spice must flow....................Just not from our arses.