Open Letter To India Sweets & Spices
Hello India Sweets & Spices Los Feliz location,
Thanks for the sub par dining experience. Next time I want to be mocked and served garbage, I will most certainly turn to you.
Upon entering the eatery, one orders food from the guy behind the register (if he's there) and then you proceed to the hot dish/steam table area. Sound simple? Not at this establishment, particularly for first-timers. For the uninitiated, the specialty of the house is mock; a dish best served cold.
Above the register is oversized signage stating three dining choices. Combo's 1 through 3. I had an idea of what I wanted - would the Gods' be so kind as to include my craving among these three choices or is ala carte an option? The combo options swirl with choices ... raita, golub, abu garab ... do they have mango chutney, i wonder.
I inquire with the gent behind the counter who looks at me and sarcastically says, "First time here?" scoff, scoff. Well no, it's my second time but WTF, can I order some indian food or not? He stares at me. I'm on my own here. When faced with three choices, I go for the middle, so it's #2 combo for me. mistake.
I head to the steam table and point to a couple of vegetarian options ... tofu? yeah, I'll take it ... no dal? no spinach? (are you kidding me?) ... um, that over there ... I point to some other beanish looking dish. It's around this time that I realize garlic naan isn't going to happen tonight. And so it goes. Literally, as I asked for it to go.
Once back at my apartment I attempt to enjoy what should have been a delicious experience, except for the discovery that #2 combo means "mouth on fire" in Indian.
Thanks for the padadams. Those little crackers were about all I could eat out of the swill you bastards served me that night.
F-You Indian Sweets and Spices. And F-You Los Feliz east side hipsters hanging out at the Big Foot Lodge next door. I could barely pull out of the parking lot onto busy Los Feliz Boulevard because of your droll asses blocking the sidewalk.
Thanks for nothing.
Love,
Lysette
Thanks for the sub par dining experience. Next time I want to be mocked and served garbage, I will most certainly turn to you.
Upon entering the eatery, one orders food from the guy behind the register (if he's there) and then you proceed to the hot dish/steam table area. Sound simple? Not at this establishment, particularly for first-timers. For the uninitiated, the specialty of the house is mock; a dish best served cold.
Above the register is oversized signage stating three dining choices. Combo's 1 through 3. I had an idea of what I wanted - would the Gods' be so kind as to include my craving among these three choices or is ala carte an option? The combo options swirl with choices ... raita, golub, abu garab ... do they have mango chutney, i wonder.
I inquire with the gent behind the counter who looks at me and sarcastically says, "First time here?" scoff, scoff. Well no, it's my second time but WTF, can I order some indian food or not? He stares at me. I'm on my own here. When faced with three choices, I go for the middle, so it's #2 combo for me. mistake.
I head to the steam table and point to a couple of vegetarian options ... tofu? yeah, I'll take it ... no dal? no spinach? (are you kidding me?) ... um, that over there ... I point to some other beanish looking dish. It's around this time that I realize garlic naan isn't going to happen tonight. And so it goes. Literally, as I asked for it to go.
Once back at my apartment I attempt to enjoy what should have been a delicious experience, except for the discovery that #2 combo means "mouth on fire" in Indian.
Thanks for the padadams. Those little crackers were about all I could eat out of the swill you bastards served me that night.
F-You Indian Sweets and Spices. And F-You Los Feliz east side hipsters hanging out at the Big Foot Lodge next door. I could barely pull out of the parking lot onto busy Los Feliz Boulevard because of your droll asses blocking the sidewalk.
Thanks for nothing.
Love,
Lysette
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