A Trinidadian friend considers the doubles here better than what she grew up on in her youth back in Trinidad. I can picture her now explaining how they evoke her childhood and almost bring tears to her eyes, and insisting that I must go. Now they almost make me mist up too, although I don't have the same emotional connection she does to this gem of a restaurant. Their doubles, for me, are a culinary touchstone of Toronto (right up there with Mother India's East Indian-style roti) and I tell everyone who will listen how much they need them in their life. At $1.50 a pop, I can eat about three before I almost pop, although I still want more. They are wet, ungainly, incredibly fragrant pockets of fried bready wrapper with warmly spiced chickpea curry inside. I hope that they remain a Bathurst institution for years to come. The roti is good, too.