A secret, suburbanites: NYC is really not that expensive. For a mere $7  (okay and $1 for tip) a happy little Indian man brought me a giant thing of curried lentils, rice, and Nan, and just for kicks, a giant fistful of onions and jalapenos (should I be so bold / I wasn’t.)

Also, I most boast that this lunch appeared to have no goat / cow / pig / egg period in it whatsoever. I could get used to this! Call me healthy!  Call me wise!  (……that is, until the NEXT time I stick my face in some Little Richard’s BBQ. Which will probably be soon. But never soon enough.)

(hush puppies.)

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