Baba Sweets the Samosa Nazi? Not sure, but still some really good food.
It’s already become a new neighbourhood Friday night ritual: “I’m running a little late from work tonight. What do you want to do for dinner?” “I don’t know. You want to pick something up on the way home?”
And by something, we invariably mean food from Baba Sweets, at 7561 6th St in Burnaby. Despite rethe degree to which Butter Chicken is becoming a cliche amongst Northern Indian / Punjabi restaurants in the Vancouver area, I just can’t stop eating it, especially from places who do it so masterfully as Baba Sweets does. And so far they’ve scored about 8 for 8 on anything else we’ve ordered as well: Malai Kofta (given sufficient supplies of Baba’s buttery, cheesy, nutty version of this dish, I’d quit my job and never go outside), Mutter Paneer, Shaki Paneer. . . . You get the idea.
Every luxury has its price, however, and it’s not the samosas — even though they increased in price from 3 for $1 to 2 for $1, they’re still a steal for some of the best in town. No. It’s the impermeably dour demeanor of the proprietor, which has become something of a neighbourhood legend. I’d never really just how universal was the observation until last night, when I pulled up their spot on dinehere.ca.
According to one reviewer: “The food was great, but the lady working there is always really mean. . . .” The descriptions only go downhill from there.
“Mean” is kind of a subjective word, I suppose, but there is some objective truth to some of the trends mentioned the reviews:
Regardless, I wholeheartedly agree with the other common thread amongst the reviews: “I wasn’t really offended though…3 [really good samosas] for $1…I can stand a little abuse.” The little bit of unpredictability even adds to the experience, if you ask me.
Hi, I packed my camera bag up with several rolls of film and a bullet proof vest as I made my way down thru Burnaby’s winding roads seeking out the Samosa Nazi today. I located the store with my high powered GPS, I ran in,with bodyguards as protection from the Samosa Nazi but to my disappointment I only found a pleasant women weilding a handful of potatoe filling I asked for 48 Samosa, yes I said 48. I thought there would be problem with 48 and that the Samosa Nazi may only want to sell me 2 or 3 but she was no doubt in hiding and other women served me with pleasantness. She even gave me a sample of a dessert. wow, I turned on my heels before the Samosa Nazi could get the scent of my trail.(which was by the way SAMOSA scent.) I made off in my armored car steering with one hand a savoring my Samosa in the other. Wow these were good and now I only have 47 more to eat.