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After returning from Trinidad a lifetime ago, I found myself having dreams of goat rotis for years. And, no, dear reader, this isn't some literary vehicle for imparting my knowledge of this food. I literally dreamed about this shit. For serious.
Last spring I travelled east from the Left Coast. I knew I'd be in Toronto and that Toronto had a sizable Caribbean population. Be still my heart. Could I be so lucky? Could I really revisit authentic Trini food?
Yes. This is the place for it.
As I sauntered up to the counter and said "Hello!", the musical Trini accent which greeted me let me know I was in good hands.
I order a goat roti. "Does that have bones in it?" "We can take them out, for you." DON'T YOU DARE! "No, please. I need bones in my roti!", I blurted out.
My mind was reeling. "A Ting would be the thing to go with this", my brain threw forth. No, a different beverage was picking at my consciousness. I need to make the most of this...
A Sea Moss!
So how is the food? It's perfect. It is absolutely as I remember it in Trinidad. The Dhalpuri roti was light and flaky. The goat had little bits of marrow in it. The Sea Moss drink was exactly as I remember it, standing on a street corner in Port of Spain.
I got to talking with the owners. Where do they get the sauces and spices? They make them. Where did they get the moss? They collected it. This little gem is, by definition, artisan. This is without a doubt a labour of love for this couple.
I wish I had more than a day in Toronto, only to eat this food again. If I'm back that way anytime soon, I'll be eating here.
In case you are wondering, yes, I had another dream of goat rotis after eating this.
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