The week before I headed to Venice to see Justin, the Meeting Point cafe we always hang out at hosted the international WARM festival, a festival aimed at truth-telling. The had panel discussions, coffee hours, the showing of documentaries and independent films, among other activities. That week, we basically lived at Meeting Point.
Some programs were good, some were pointless, some were over-the-top, but others were spot-on and quite enjoyable.
At one point we found a small niche lunch spot, which served a great vegetable sandwich. To be honest, I think eighty percent of my diet here has been sandwiches- but this was easily one of the best I’ve had.
Mostly, however, we ate croissants and cappuccinos from MP, while diligently doing our homework.
We also heard tell about an Indian restaurant here, and, not believing that one actually existed, set off to find it.
Find it we did!
Welcome to Taj Mahal, the most welcome Indian restaurant this side of my world.
Jon and I began with mango lassis, unable to help ourselves.
I got vegetable korma, a favorite of mine, while the others settled for this rather spicy-looking chicken.
And, of course, naan. I got the garlic kind, but there was also cheese-stuffed naan that Jon got, and Frank got another stuffed kind that I heard was quite good.
The next day I set off for Venice, and I can’t wait to share those!