I’ve probably been in love with San Francisco ever since I saw Bullitt as a callow youth. Soon after that I became a Deadhead and the love affair grew; all this without ever having visited the city. Then, maybe two decades ago, I did for the first time, and had the opportunity to visit City Lights. And that, given my love of books, was that. Done deal.
Now, as of today, I have a new reason to keep returning to San Francisco.
I went there tonight as the guest of good friends Sabeer and Tania Bhatia, of Hotmail, Live Documents and Nanocity fame. Tania, a Calcuttan like me, told me that the Habanero-Mango Masala Dosa was a must-have. And it was. Absolutely delightful. Good dosa, thin and papery without tasting like cardboard, a fresh potato filling that wasn’t too mushy and liquid-y, a habanero-based sauce to die for, all accompanied by coconut chutney and sambar of a very high order. My starter, the north/south samosas, was also pretty good, but not in the same class as the dosa.
Sadly, the other dish that Sabeer and Tania raved about, the mustard halibut, had done a lateral arabesque off the menu. I hope it returns, at least long enough for me to try it once.
But in the meantime, if you get the chance to go to Dosa, go. It’s worth it.
[And speaking of City Lights: I’ve just found out that Lawrence Ferlinghetti is about to turn 90 next week. And only this week my 17-year old son asked me to get him a copy of Kerouac’s On The Road, which I went and did. I couldn’t find my reading copy. The only other copy I have used to be Robert Pirsig’s; he chose to bind it together with Baron Munchhausen. I found the potential juxtaposition of On The Road, Munchhausen and Zen And the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance too tempting to miss.]