A return visit. A has completely transitioned to vegan, and I know that a month isn’t a very long time, but she is one of those people who will be sticking to it for a long-ass time. I still don’t intend to do it, but my dairy intake has certainly dwindled down to random bites of gelato at work, and milk at cafes that don’t offer soymilk. Enough with the boring stuff – veggies and omnis alike love this place! Udupi Palace is located right between A’s place and mine – the intersection of our love. We decided to get lunch there before being wowed by Where the Wild Things Are.
*we interrupt the regularly scheduled review with my thoughts on WTWTA*
It helped that I wasn’t expecting much from it – I think I feared getting disappointed again like with Away We Go. It would’ve been too easy to get sucked into the hype of Spike Jonze/Dave Eggers/Maurice Sendak/The Cutest Child Actor in the World so I never got excited or made concrete plans to see it. But it was probs one of the most successful movie renditions of a children’s book, esp one that originally had a very minimal plot. Many things were handled perfectly and I especially liked the end. It was all the subtlety, I think. There were a lot of things that could have been included which would’ve been annoying/redundant, so the fact they were kept out earned a lot of my respect. It’s all about what you leave out. I think Dave’s humor shines when it’s not overpowering his writing (unlike Away We Go which was trying too hard to be a comedy) but when it’s running underneath sadder/darker topics. Makes perfect sense since he excels at self-deprecation and dry wit and…kind of crashes and burns when he tries more overt humor. Last thing: if In the Night Kitchen ever gets made into a movie, I’m going to pee my pants. Favorite Sendak book!
Speaking of delicious food, I walked five whole minutes to get to Udupi Palace to meet A. It’s ridiculous how many delicious, cheap veg places are within that five minute radius. I’d hoped the interior would have magically become less craptastic this time around. Silly of me, but I think if you call yourself a palace you gotta bring it. It’s more like the living quarters of peasants. Jolly, well-fed peasants.
To sum up, I loved the first half of the pancake but its deliciousness decreased after that. When I saw the dosas of other diners, I kind of regretted not getting one. I’m pretty sure I’d get sick of a whole dosa too, so the only solution is to go with someone who will go halvsies with me. Can’t wait to go back!
Ambiancesame as previously, but for some reason the room looked a little better in the daylight