My wife had a nostalgic 'three winks' kind of moment driving around her long standing neighbourhood. She bethought of this carribean joint which sold, instancing, roti and patties. She used to fancy them as a child. I had the beef patty. The shell sure was flaky and of golden hue. The filling gave me a cue of an aromatic blend of curry spices. A suited and clean bite that leaves no maculated hands.