![]() ![]() ![]() Not that it’s the most convenient place to get to from Brooklyn, where I was staying. I had to cross into Manhattan from Brooklyn and then back across the water to Queens, and then ride the subway all the way out to Main Street Station (it’s kind of scenic at least. It goes above ground and there’s some quality graffiti mixed into the industrial zones). About an hour and fifteen minutes later I was in Chinatown 2. The sidewalks are large, the density of restaurants and shops is low compared to downtown Manhattan, and as you walk south down Main Street the area becomes more residential and also more diverse. There are Vietnamese stores, strange wholesale and retail shopping malls, Peruvian roast chicken restaurants, and then there’s Indian. Once you get south of Franklyn there are actually more Hindu temples than Chinese Christian churches.Įxcept google maps lied. ![]() I was looking for the “Dosa Hutt”, a south Indian snack bar/restaurant which ended up being about 4 blocks further south than Google led me to believe. So in the process of walking through suburban paradise/Hell I asked a Chinese couple if they knew where the restaurant was. Then I gave in to stereotypes and ran across the street (in front of a crossing guard – you know you’re in the suburbs when…) to confront a Hindu woman. ![]() Past schoolyards and apartment buildings (not the stuff of downtown Manhattan at all), I finally found the Dosa Hutt. Inside, a small counter, some packed sweets (all sweetened condensed milk-based), prepared chaat papri (sweet-and-sour chickpea and yogurt and crispy rice snacks), and a small menu of dosa and uthappam. I wanted the Pondicherry dosa…because I’d never heard of it before, and those are the things often worth trying, for curiosity’s sake. Pondicherry is a place in India, so it turns out it doesn’t really mean it’ll be a certain type of topping, I don’t think. ![]()
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