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Double Trouble

11 Nov

Maybe about two years ago Carellyn (ie. cq& Elle) & Jinje became obsessed (mostly just cq) with finding THE BEST Trini Double in the city.  What is a double you ask?  Ohhhh, just scrumptiously stewed curried chickpeas punctuated by tamarind and hot sauce, sandwiched between two fried naan-like turmeric spiced breads.  Also they are generally less than $2, so they are cheap enough for my broke ass, and also easy to consider a snack and eat between meals … 😉

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extra tamarind pleeease [via newyorkseriouseats]

One evening ‘Team Doubles‘ (ie. the 3 aforementioned individuals) decided we would venture into Parkdale to check out the last downtown double spot we’d yet to hit, Ali’s Roti Shop.  Our intention was to have this for dinner.  One thing led to another and before we knew it, it was close to 10:30pm and to say Team Doubles was working a strong whiskey buzz would be an understatement. This was a problem, as Ali’s closes at 10:30pm.  Being the type of person who once I get something in my mind I get like a bit hell-bent on accomplishing or attaining that thing at all costs, I called Ali’s to check if they were actually closing at 10:30, and to my delight, I discovered they were staying open a bit later.

NOT to be confused with Ali Baba's, punks

NOT to be confused with Ali Baba’s, punks

But with Ali’s being a good 20-30 minute bike ride from my place of residence this meant that I had to get a little hardcore on Team Doubles, and force them to follow me on a drunken cycling tear through the streets of Toronto.  It’s important to note that neither of my two comprades are confident urban cyclists at the most sober of times, and that I am the only one who even owns a bike.  Luckily I have extras!

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                                                         trini doubles express!

Our Trini Doubles Express ride to Ali’s was ALMOST successful.  We made it to within blocks of our destination without incident.  And then… Ellen decided her shoe was cumbersome.  And decided that the obvious solution was to kick it off, onto the sidewalk.  It took her about 50metres to realize that this was not a logical end.  She started yelling at me to stop, which I did, and looked back.  First I realized Jinje was nowhere in sight.  Second I realized Ellen is missing a shoe and is trying to stop.  Then because she was back then a pretty incompetent cyclist (sorry – you’re way better now!!), Ellen started to topple over a bit. Naturally this makes me laugh, and so I started to fall over myself.

Bike Safety... for future reference

Bike Safety… for future reference

Two hipsters ride by us and yell at us to RIDE SAFE!!! I can’t disagree.  The pack of hobos in the parking lot across the street seemed to find the situation more amusing than the hipsters.  One of them yelled something mostly incoherent but we could make out the word ‘CINDERELLAAAAA’ which I have to concede is a pretty hilarious thing to shout at that moment, especially if you’re a hobo.

struggles

struggles

In my fit of laughter at watching Ellen fall that caused me to fall as well (I wish I could say that’s the only time that ever happened…), I cut my leg and keep a scar to remind me of that shining moment.  I wonder if the hipsters and hobos hold that memory so dear. Ultimately, Ellen and I got back on our bikes, Jinje rolled up a few minutes later, and we continued along to arrive at our destination juuuust in time to scoop up the last few doubles and enjoyed them on the stoop.  And of course the doubles we SO worth it. In case anyone cares I’d say these are the second best doubles in the downtown area, behind the incomparable doubles of Carribean Roti Palace.  Roti – now that is an entirely different conversation.  Anyone up for a bike ride?

mission accomplished

mission accomplished

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