All about him
My dizzy whirl doesn’t usually bring me to the Upper West Side, which I’ve always considered a neighborhood with amazing markets, but not much in the way of tasty, cheap eats–Yolato notably excepted. I’d never been to the uptown branch of Hampton Chutney, but it’s just as good as the Price St. version and sent me to my evening play sated and cheerful. Every time one of those dosas lands on the table before me, I think that I’m never going to be able to finish it and then 20 minutes (or okay, maybe less) later it’s gone and I’m contemplating whether or not I want a cookie.
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