Little India and Kashmiri Tea

On Sunday, John, Ryan and I got bored, so we drove around Toronto in a
somewhat aimless manner.

We drove to across Sheppard and nothing was happening. So we drove down
Bathurst and aside for a few orthodox jews walking around, nothing was
happening. We drove across Bloor and inothing was happening.

Finally, it was getting lame. I said, "Let's go to the Danforth," and
there was no opposition. We sailed across the streams of lights, and of
bars, and pretty women. There was nothing.

We drove on not knowing what else to do. John suggested going down to
the Beaches area. We acquested.

Then as we drove on Danforth, I turned on Coxwell. I sudden had a
craving for sugarcane juice and only Little India had them fresh.

We parked on a side street lined on both sides with cars and trek back
to Lahore Tikka. It was under renovations. On Sunday night, Little India
was still busy with people buying ocka, silk saris, and gold.

I bought a sugarcane juice. Ryan tried this deep-fried stuff filled with
hot pepper soup. It was really, really hot.

I saw a clipping from the Star that featured this place. The author
recommended the Kasmiri Tea, "a blend of hot green chai mysteriously
pink."

We ordered three cups and the owner grunted in acknowledgement. It took
awhile and he asked if we wanted sugar. We did and it was good. Sweet
and milky, topped with pistashios and star anise.

Both Ryan and I finished ours, but not John. I took his and it was
good.

We sat around abit then left again, driving across Queen Street then
Brimley, up to Steele for bubble tea by Midland. We were checking out
the Asian grils and talke about women and Confucious, then -- home.