South Asian Surrealism
Love the decor at Madras Pantry. You feel like an extra in The Darjeeling Limited. And they sell Mango pulp, a treat I associate with Montreal and snowy walks home. The dosas are gluten-free, yet somehow remain tasty. My only quibble is too much potato, though I don't much like potatoes, so I guess any potato would be too much. Also, if you are a satellite restaurant (ie - Chuck, Grunt and Low's food was all cooked elsewheres, MP's food is all cooked at Kultura), don't tell me. I don't want to know that my food was shlepped across town and not made on the spot, expressly for me.
I used to listen to Don't Worry Be Happy when I needed a morning pick-me-up. But I've found 
I only want to watch the Julia parts of the movie, not the Julie ones. Guess I'll have to wait for the DVD.
Yes, the whole Susan Boyle affair has been a lowbrow/unibrow affair of the most depressing sort, but what a multi-layered redemption story. She looks so cute here I might crank up some treacly Lloyd Webber and do a joyful soft shoe. Then again, I might not.
See, Bill is doing more than hanging out with Ron Burkle. Helping free CURRENT journos imprisoned in North Korea, wearing nice ties all the while. No word on whether Jong II gave Bubba a pair of stack heels as a ceremonial gift. But it's a step in the right direction.
