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Comforting and delicious, Kati Roll Indian wraps are as good as ethnic fast-food can get. Presenting a menu of 8 well-spiced Indian dishes wrapped into warm naan, favorites such as Chicken Tikka, Aloo Masala and Paneer included, Kati Roll strives for simplicity in choice.

The eatery doesn’t overwhelm the gringo pallet; on the contrary, friendly employees of the downtown location are always eager to lessen the heat on my Paneer and Unda wraps. Though sometimes I have issues with eggs – Unda, aka the egg wrap, tastes nothing of an egg, instead it’s a fluffy mass of deliciousness and sauce. I usually get one wrap, but bigger eaters will be happier with two. I think 3 is an overshot – the food is rather heavy. The entries at the uptown location, similarly tasty, have a bit more grease to them. Both locations are open into the early hours of the morning catering to drunken-munchies crowds.

Address:
Downtown:
99 Macdougal St.
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OR Midtown:
140 W. 46th St.
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So the infamous Myer Lemon and I finally made it to Central Park on the day when the symphony actually did perform. What joy. This time we decided to forgo the cheese and purchased chips and salsa. Of course wine was present as well. Equipped with a fleece, camping-style blanket we situated ourselves under a tree, slightly further from the crowds. Our location proved to be reasonable as it provided protection from light rain that befell on heads of lees thoughtful listeners. The down side of our situation was the unidentifiable proximity of the symphony – only about twenty minutes into the concert did we realize that the far away meowing sounds we heard were indeed a work of musical art performed by an orchestra. Despite this slight mishap and the grueling heat, an outstanding time was had by all.

NYT Caption: Molly Chanoff of LAVA, a theater company that incorporates modern dance and acrobatics, warmed up at center stage before a performance.

This picutre is awesome and so is the short article that mentions Molly and LAVA. Read more…

Myer Lemon and I attempted to see the New York Philharmonic in Central Park. Unfortunately due to the torrential, rainforest-like downpour the show was canceled. So what did we do with the wine and cheese that we brought? We still drank and ate it. In our attempt to find a discrete and dry place to partake in our slightly illegal feast, we settled at a certain rock formation. We were quickly joined by another pair of heart-broken music lovers, and eventually had to introduce ourselves. Read more…