By STEVEN DAVEY
Last weekend, I managed to convince two of the few people I know who own a car to drive me to Tropical Treets, a manufacturer of Indian-inspired ice creams just off the Golden Mile. You can read all about my adventures looking for the best frozen ices in the GTA here Thursday.
On the advice of a reliable foodie friend, we stopped at an unfamiliar Indian restaurant on Gerrard East on the way back into town that, according to my reliable source, made fabulous kulfi. This is unusual since most buy theirs from Tropical Treets.
Saturday, we pull up just a couple of minutes past noon. The place is locked up tight. In the window, one of those rave reviews restos pay for claims they open at 11:30 am. They got that wrong, too. We hit the sidewalk for a tourist stroll, returning about 20 minutes later. Still not open. But after knocking on the window, we get someone’s attention and gain entrance.
Just inside the door are a pair of display cases groaning with subcontinental sweets ike barfi, jalebi and gulab jaman.
Going by their looks, the house kulfi should be amazing. And after two trips to the $9.95 all-you-can-eat buffet — good veggies, so-so meat, absorbent naan — I tell our extremely polite server that we’d like to finish with some kulfi.
“Would you like that plain or with milk?” he asks.
Knowing that kulfi is made from condensed milk, I’m presuming they serve it with extra milk like a suce, so I specify milk. He then asks my guests if they’d like any as well.
“No thanks,” one replies. “Just bring us a bowl and three spoons.”
He gives us a weird look before returning two minutes later with a coffee, a bowl and three spoons.