serendipti's Diaryland Diary 12:23 a.m. - Monday, May. 17, 2004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- dosa blues hey, i need to stop taking so many breaks, but you know it is bad when you are walking down the halls singing the words 'epidural hematoma' to the tune of 'Glory Glory Hallelujah" in your head over and over again. I mean, if that isn't a sign for the need for downtime, I don't know what is. It is us fearless foursome, me, Olusola, Humberto, and Damien, here in the e-stone. good times are being had by all. I had bad chinese food this evening, when all I have been craving for the past year is a dosa, a masala dosa, a rava masala dosa. I called every downtown Chicago Indian restaurant, and NONE of them serve dosa...not a single dosa to be found in all of downtown Chicago, but as much LAMB curry as you want....for SHAME! I spent a lot of breaks today salivating over food descriptions on a site that rated Indian restaurants in chicago. food porn is what I like to call it. nothing excites me more. i am going to have to go and make the hour plus round-trip and drive to Devon to get my dosa. I hope you have had one. I feel bad for you if you haven't. I haven't had one for so long, I might as well be you. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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