One of the nice things about living in Toronto is there's such a critical mass of most cultures that restaurant owners don't have to dumb it down for whitey. If whitey doesn't like kimchi or green curry or natto, well, whitey can take a flying fuck at the moon and go eat at Swiss Chalet.
Slinky Woman and I headed out to Little India looking for a buffet. It was Thanksgiving Monday and Little India was quite dead. After passing by a couple empty places we happened upon Siddartha with some diners and decided to follow the wisdom of the crowds. But as Roma notes, the wisdom of the crowds fails.
The buffet was nicely varied but everything else seemed a let down. The naan was flavorless. The butter chicken tasted like hunks of chicken in ketchup. The pakoras were mushy and without any zip. I expected something full of zing and challenge in the heart of Little India. What I got was something that seemed dumbed down. About the only nice thing at the buffet was ice cream and respectable Gulab Jamuns.