LITTLE
INDIA
Susan Wong discovers that whether you’re
looking for a new culinary experience or
trying to find an old favourite, all your
Indian cuisine cravings can be satisfied at
Diamond Plaza’s Food Court.
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T
he first photographic
evidence of my admiration
for anything edible was captured when I was 8 months
old. Hanging on to my white
crib’s rail, my father found me trying
to nibble-off a plastic carrot that was
attached to the ear of my stuffed
rabbit – my first toy gifted to me at
the hospital’s maternity ward, which
still safely resides in the depths of
my closet in Toronto.
Being born into a food-loving
family and city, and at the timely
period of the end of October – my
culinary destiny was set to be
flavourful and colourful. I was born
on the eve of the new moon marking
Diwali, the festival of lights or known
as the “festival of sweets” at the
Wong’s since our Indian neighbours
welcomed my arrival with plenty
of homemade mithai – a delicious
assortment of confectioneries,
usually nibbled along with masala
chai or as part of a meal.
Today, having been a resident
of Nairobi for the last five years,
I get my Diwali-fix with a visit to
the city’s “Little India” – Diamond
Plaza. Whether you’re seeking for a
new culinary experience or trying