Today was a sisterly-fun-get-together day! We had all been so busy with school finishing up, studying for exams etc… I rounded up the troops because I had gotten us tickets to City Line (we had missed the boat on Steven & Chris). I had been telling them that we had to be there at 9am and I only realized last night that in fact it was 9:30, but given how one (or more) of us is always running late, I thought it best not to say anything. It worked out nicely because while waiting for Lucy I got to leisurely eat cake while the two of them ran around like crazy because they thought we were late and they could not pull themselves together. I just kept eating my cake. We were at Yonge subway station and they were like “oh no! It’s 2 minutes to 9! Do you think we can make it?” and I just smiled. The gig was up. Ahahahahaha. Heck, we even had time to go to Tim Hortons.
After the taping they were giving away prizes in a raffle (tickets had been given out when we arrived). We conferred and decided we did not want the lawnmower & weed-whacker. Firstly we wanted the fancy toaster oven, back up we would get the basket of chocolates. The first person to win took the lawnmower & weed-whacker, fine by us. They called the second number and Lucy and Camilla were all excited it was mostly their numbers, but then the final one was not. It was mine. I yelped and screamed “I want the oven!” and pointed at it. Everyone laughed. Little did they know we had gotten there by transit. We got our pictures taken with the host and we left.
It was raining. We were hungry. All three of us tried carrying the (rather large, it can fit a 13inch pizza) oven in various configurations. Needless to say, we got more than a few stares while we walked through the Eaton Centre and down Queen Street. Where were we heading when we were so hungry? Hmm, oh I don’t know, just the best Indian buffet at Little India according to BlogTO. Which just happens to be next door to the place I usually go to, so I almost felt like I was cheating. Was it the best? Not much differentiated it from next door. My favourite menu item was the curry chick peas, partly because it was the spiciest. For dessert they had what was like a timbit soaked in honey. Delicious, but so sweet it made my teeth hurt. So I only ate one. (Plate 1: from top right: naan, butter chicken, curry chicken, tandoori chicken, rice)