Apr. 5th, 2009 05:41 pm
"Places I go / make me feel so tired"
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The plan today was simple: Take the Devon bus to Home Depot, stopping along the way for lunch in Little India, pick out some light fixtures to be installed this coming week and schedule a screen door installation. Oh, and try out the timer on the oven, because we wouldn't be back in time to get the ham in otherwise. As usual, fulfillment was mixed. From most to least successful:
Lunch at Sabri Nehari: Blessings upon Gary Wiviott for his review which steered us here, particularly the tip about the chicken charga: "Crunchy, juicy, hot, spicy--it's like a gigantic Punjabi buffalo wing. One word of advice: charga chicken takes about 35 minutes to prepare, so order it as you are seated." What he doesn't mention is that it's a WHOLE FUCKING CHICKEN. When we realised that, we scaled down the accompaniments to some naan and palak paneer--not just any palak paneer, mind you, but the very best I have eaten anywhere. Drowned in oil, but the spicing was perfection itself. As for the chicken? We ate it ALL. Half a dozen times each, we swore this was "the last bite", only to rip off another morsel or two. So good, I'm in favour of renaming that stretch of Devon "Charga Marg".
Getting dinner done: The oven came on exactly as programmed and we came home to house filled with the scent of roasting ham. Sweet! Now if I only had the capacity to eat more than a sliver!
Finding the screen door: We went in armed with a sticker from our neighbour's door and some photos. Good thing
monshu had had the foresight to take those, since the sticker turned out to be for a replacement plate of glass and was of no help in locating a matching door. The sparkly-eyed young man they sent to help us was not only a baby bear to die for, but he knew his business backwards despite being a slow Sunday fill-in. Soon as we got back, we measured and were delighted to find that the doorframe falls within "standard size" parametres and so will cost half the price of the custom job we were braced to pay for.
Picking up the lighting fixtures: Way to blow that goodwill, Despot! It took four requests for service until someone finally came to the aisle. Lovely perm, but not much going on underneath. Our two top choices turned out to be "online only" products and we couldn't find an acceptable combination of reasonable size, useful brightness, and acceptable styling among the paltry options. In desperation, we swung by Clark/Devon Hardware on the way home, but it was strictly fugly-ass "developers' specials". Our hope is now in the hands of our amateur electrician locating something decent on his own.
When we left, it was gray and blustery. Coming back, it was that and rainy, too. It was sleeting going into Clark/Devon and snowing coming out. Day, you get a D- for weather. Recovery too two Scotches on
monshu's part and a mojitoddy (peppermint tea, splash of light rum, dash of lime juice, spoonful of sugar) on my own. But now the carlins are cooking up, the cat is crazy happy to have us back, the Old Man is watching 60 Minutes and generally the crystalline spheres are orderly in their orbits. Except: snow. Yay, upper Midwest in April!
Lunch at Sabri Nehari: Blessings upon Gary Wiviott for his review which steered us here, particularly the tip about the chicken charga: "Crunchy, juicy, hot, spicy--it's like a gigantic Punjabi buffalo wing. One word of advice: charga chicken takes about 35 minutes to prepare, so order it as you are seated." What he doesn't mention is that it's a WHOLE FUCKING CHICKEN. When we realised that, we scaled down the accompaniments to some naan and palak paneer--not just any palak paneer, mind you, but the very best I have eaten anywhere. Drowned in oil, but the spicing was perfection itself. As for the chicken? We ate it ALL. Half a dozen times each, we swore this was "the last bite", only to rip off another morsel or two. So good, I'm in favour of renaming that stretch of Devon "Charga Marg".
Getting dinner done: The oven came on exactly as programmed and we came home to house filled with the scent of roasting ham. Sweet! Now if I only had the capacity to eat more than a sliver!
Finding the screen door: We went in armed with a sticker from our neighbour's door and some photos. Good thing
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Picking up the lighting fixtures: Way to blow that goodwill, Despot! It took four requests for service until someone finally came to the aisle. Lovely perm, but not much going on underneath. Our two top choices turned out to be "online only" products and we couldn't find an acceptable combination of reasonable size, useful brightness, and acceptable styling among the paltry options. In desperation, we swung by Clark/Devon Hardware on the way home, but it was strictly fugly-ass "developers' specials". Our hope is now in the hands of our amateur electrician locating something decent on his own.
When we left, it was gray and blustery. Coming back, it was that and rainy, too. It was sleeting going into Clark/Devon and snowing coming out. Day, you get a D- for weather. Recovery too two Scotches on
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