Nalapak is an all-vegetarian restaurant on Central Ave way, way, the fuck up by 694. I go there occasionally. Cathy goes there more often, on account of there being an Indion clothing shop a few dozen blocks to the south on Central that she visits when the economy is on an up-swing. I've only ever been there for the lunch buffet, which consists of very-well executed, well-seasoned dishes full of potatoes and spinach and chilis and such. Were it just that, it'd still rank as one of the best Indian buffets in the Twin Cities.

But it is not just that. Because when you come for the buffet, they also bring you a dosa. And I could eat those dosas all fucking day.

Dosas, as a Google search when I couldn't remember the name after having one this past weekend, are a southern Indian specialty. It consists of a crepe - a huuuuuuge fucking crepe. Seriously, this thing is over a foot in diameter. And it's crispy and brown and also a bit chewy and pliable at the same time, which is tricky to pull off, but also delicious. And the crepe is presented to you rolled in a tube that would make John Holmes envious.

But that's not all, because inside that tube is a scoop of filling. A spiced mashed potato filling that has... stuff in it. I'm not sure what the stuff is, but it's good stuff. It might be corn. Doesn't matter. The point is, this glorious, huge crepe has a big scoop of spiced mashed potatoes in the middle of it. It's like a samosa burrito with a crepe instead of a tortilla. Kudos to whoever invented it in the first place, and kudos to Nalapak for executing it so excellently.

The dosa at Nalapak is not without its inherent cruelty, however. If you like the chili pakora, youi can go back for more. If you like the palak paneer, you can go back for more. But you only get one dosa. And yes, it is huge. And yes, it is delicious. But eventually, it will be gone, and there will not be another until you come back some other time. And that's cruel, because, as I may have mentioned, I could eat them ALL FUCKING DAY.