Friday, December 5, 2008
So it is maybe 2 degrees outside right now and freezing. The only thing that I want to do is curl up in a womb somewhere and hibernate with hot chocolate and Ed Westwick. Since that seems a little irrational, we decided to head over to my favorite little Indian/Pakistani place Baba Palace for lunch (and don't get fancied by the website, its not that glamorous). You walk in and there is a huge menu with crazy dishes and pictures to help those of us who don't know the ins and outs of Indian food. Every cab driver that I've ever known is also here. For whatever reason, I LOVE this place. I love it so much that I even reviewed it on Yelp! I do that sometimes...don't act surprised. Its nice and toasty, the food is good- I get the Frontier Chicken and Daal. The adorable little man at the counter barely speaks English but we're best friends. Then there is like a 90 year old man who brings out the food and cleans up. He is also my best friend. I think I like it because for an hour out of the day, you feel like you're somewhere else. So Michael and I dragged Bethany out to this place to make her try it. Needless to say she hated the food, hates us and is now running around saying "mmmm hmmm them Pakistani don't like the Jews." So she won't be going back, but I plan to move in when my lease is up.