My favourite desi place to eat in Seattle is a place called Chillis. The Mallu/Tam combination that runs it, works out perfectly for the Mallu/Tam combo that we are. I can indulge the Madras in me when I feel like a change, and H gets to taste Kerala, one different bite at a time. They have two branches. One run-down deli-looking canteen-feeling place in the University District and another eclectic, 'Indian' restaurant on the East side which sadly isn't advertised specifically as Kerala cuisine. Shame because it is the only authentic Mallu place I know of in the city. Oh well, best kept secret.
The best part however about going there is the 'Auntie' who runs the place. How easily we fall into calling her that, just like all aunties back home who we meet for the first time or have known our entire lives. She is hilarious, talkative, and like many an auntie, inquisitive. Take for example our last visit there. She touched my tummy, rolled her eyes like a kathakali dancer, and asked "Mmm? Vella news undo?"("Any news?") with a cheeky grin.
I wonder how I would have reacted if it was home. I might have itched to slap her across the face. I laughed it off instead as thanks for the meenvattichu and kappa (tapioca and fish curry) that made me melt away into my ammayis' cooking in Kalady. Mmmmmm.
I shall be back. When I want to eat a piece of home, or just hear it in her chatter and chuckles.
The best part however about going there is the 'Auntie' who runs the place. How easily we fall into calling her that, just like all aunties back home who we meet for the first time or have known our entire lives. She is hilarious, talkative, and like many an auntie, inquisitive. Take for example our last visit there. She touched my tummy, rolled her eyes like a kathakali dancer, and asked "Mmm? Vella news undo?"("Any news?") with a cheeky grin.
I wonder how I would have reacted if it was home. I might have itched to slap her across the face. I laughed it off instead as thanks for the meenvattichu and kappa (tapioca and fish curry) that made me melt away into my ammayis' cooking in Kalady. Mmmmmm.
I shall be back. When I want to eat a piece of home, or just hear it in her chatter and chuckles.