Dish 81: Chana Masala at Tiffin, multiple locations, http://www.tiffin.com
Today’s study break marked the first of a summerfull of terrace-based good times. While Brian studied the Tiffin menu in depth, I played with his Perplexus and watched Jonathan Coulton videos on YouTube (Code Monkey is my favorite because I love Diet Mountain Dew, too). Like most idyllic summer evenings, there isn’t much to say about it.
Brian handled the silverware and I took the plastic lids off the containers; we poured out some Diet Sprite, and, over the chana masala with its surprising layers of spice, not just oniony and tomatoey, but Christmasy as well, we joked about the subjects of certain graphic novels (DO NOT READ THEM. I opened one and ran screaming from his room) and completely inappropriate topics to be discussing outdoors when the residents of at least 10 apartments can hear you.
About halfway through pouring myself a second glass, I gesticulated awkwardly to determine if Bri wanted a refill, and the movement reminded me of Radler, the beer-Sprite combination we loved when we visited Germany.
With a brother-originated soundtrack vaguely reminiscient of “And Spake Zarathustra” from 2001: A Space Odyssey, he poured the fizzy libation into a beer so fine I will not name it, for fear of the beating Brian might sustain from the friends who gifted it to him. We toasted once more, to commencement.