So
we're driving home from a curry-bust. And we're all hungry and
disappointed. Well...acting on a hot tip from one of matty's
co-workers we decide to try out the "place the cabbies at the
airport eat at". Sounds like a good plan. Except we
don't know where it is (besides airport) and we don't know what its
called (and we still don't). So we drive to the airport and matt
sticks his car in the short-term parking. So if we can't find
the place and we leave quick at least we're not paying for parking. (ren)
We
pulled into the short-term parking and walked back toward the hack
stand where about 50 cabs were lined up. Unsure where to begin, I asked
one of the drivers if he knew where I could get a curry. He pointed
to a non descript building at the back of the line up and before long
we were hanging out in what can only be described as a bus depot cafeteria.
Except, there were only cab drivers present and no signs of buses.
Most of the cabbies (all of whom were either playing cards, chess or
for some reason, volleyball) appeared to be either from India, Pakistan
or Sri Lanka. A good sign for sure. It was a bit Twillight Zonish and
I think the 3 of us were probably the first white guys the place had
seen in some time. (MM)
The only item listed for food was "fish
pakora's 7.99/lb." So matty orders some and after being
told they only had 1/2lb left we say sure. There seemed to be
some samosa's made up back there and there were a few sweets in a display
case but not much else going on foodwise. A couple cabbies came
and got coffees and tea's while we waited too. (ren)
While
the selection wasn’t great, the food
certainly is. And really you can’t beat the atmosphere. It’s
like the YMCA; you get to hang out with all the boys. Jeff and I debated
about whether we would bring a woman here on a first date. This probably
provides insight on why we’re still single. (MM)
Matt
figured the pakoras seemed to be made from salmon....very strange indeed
but they were super tasty and only $5 for the "its a little more than 1/2lb" that we got. They
were served on a styrofoam plate with some hot sauce and some yoghurt
sauce.
As we were leaving I noticed
a man eating
a full meal of some sort (some kinda cholle or dhal it looked
like) so I think we'll have to go back sometime. I'm
not sure if there's an easier way to get there than jay-walking across
5 lanes of airport traffic but its worth the potential disaster
to try the food....and to say you've been here. (ren)
Next
time you have a flight: Go to this place. We’re not even sure what
it’s
called. But were gonna give it 9/10.
(also in a bizarre twist....the
man behind the counter appeared
to be an indian Jim Croce)
Rating:
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