took a july wednesday night outing with friend craig to see poet Lisa Robertson perform a reading at value village, to launch her latest book, 'Occasional Work and Seven Walks From the Office for Soft Architecture'. for a remarkably surreal 20 minutes, we wandered among the aisles of pants organized by colour in rainbow order to the sound of her essay 'The Value Village Lyric' over the PA. some of the patrons were less than enthusiastic, but the hipster kids who turned out were all digging. kind of re-defines the poetry reading. and reminds me of those times in high school dance composition class when we would choreograph pieces that integrated through different locations around the building. including the girls bathrooms.
then, in a particular moment of brilliance, we spotted a south indian corner take-out/sit-down place where i enjoyed my first masala dosa since bangalore! 'twas positively delicious. their coconut chutney was the REAL DEAL. and the mango lassi i washed it all down with was stellar. have to go back to this place: South Indian Dosa Mahal. they even have idli! those sweet fluffy breakfast rice cakes that go so perfectly with a saucer of cardomom-scented coffee... sigh. heaven.
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