Okay, so after all that prepping I did (described here in case you had something better to do than read my previous post) for what de Blasio said would be the end of the world last week, I was pretty disappointed by Juno’s lack of spunk. (Hey, Juno, have you met Sandy?) Snowmageddon was to have peaked on Tuesday, but Tuesday was snooze-day, a no-news day.
And there I was with my hair all done and my nails perfect, presentable in case my body was found frozen stiff in a snow bank on Columbus Avenue.
I did not want all that effort at to go to waste. (So rarely do I have my beauty shit together.) Restaurants, by 10 a.m. no longer intimidated by the storm-that-wasn’t, were open, and I decided to go get a dosa.
I was only recently introduced to the dosa, which is basically a very large crepe wrapped around ingredients that you may select—vegetables, eggs, cheese, chicken, whatever—which is offered with a selection of chutneys. If you want to make it at home, here’s how. I am too lazy to do this so I go just go around the corner to Hampton Chutney and leave the cooking to them.
The dosa is as big as big as de Blasio’s forearm and makes a very satisfying meal after being up all night wondering why the world did not seem to be ending. I’m actually glad it didn’t. I get to eat more dosas.