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| - This place is 3 parts memory, 1 part food, or maybe 1 part memory, 3 parts food. Either way, it's a very good thing. I remember coming here back when I was in high school, and then even once in a blue moon when I was back in town for a visit, but I hadn't been in at least 7 years and came upon it while taking a detour back to McCowan because I was trying to get back on the 401. We would always, always, always order it to go, and I actually don't think it had a formal dining area at the time. So when I realized where I was, I pulled into the plaza and did a double-take. No bars on the windows! And what appeared to be a dining area with soft lighting and booths! There isn't any waiter service, you still go in, pay for your order and should you decide to eat in, then proceed to the dining areal. The roti was just as I remembered it. The size of a small pillow and filled with fragrant, lightly curried meat. I did take it back to my parents place and wolfed it down....with my bottle of Grace Banana Soda. My father even had to ask if I ate the whole thing because it was so huge, and was gone in record time. And then I took a nap. You just can't get roti like this in Vancouver.
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