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Jan 11, 2005 12:52

Dear Jasmine Food Court,

I used to love you so. I bragged about you to everyone. I was so excited when you opened. That veggie curry I had last week was sublime. When I first had your vegetable samosas I nearly wept with joy. And even reheated, your palik paneer was delicious. I grabbed nan before class to snack on and it was always warm, soft, crispy, and filling. I even overlooked the fact that your workers aren't allowed to unionize, ignoring that protest with the insanely over-sized inflatable rat, so ubiquitous as union protests.
But now, I don't know what to think.
The man at the Indian counter, who knows me because I come so often, told me the hardboiled eggs were fresh. The palik paneer looked all right. But no-I was deceived. I had to stop eating after 15 minutes and spit my food out, for fear of vomiting.
Jasmine Food Court, you made my stomach miserable today. If I throw up later, at work, it is all your fault. I am very angry. I would threaten to never see you again, but we both know I couldn't stay away for long-not from you.

love
kathryn

stony brook, work, food

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