REVIEWED: Little Taj Mahal Or Chewing To The Beat Of Some Rad Head Bobbing

Really. I wish I had a picture or something. Maybe I'll get an artistic, beautiful shot of the receipt, because um... no one in their right mind would want to see where the food is right now (I could... try... if you, uh, wanted me to...). Hey, you know what? I must be a recluse, or something. I'm in a library, writing this entry right now, and I feel so vulnerable. Like a turtle flipped on its back, my soft underbelly and all its toughts for the whole world to see. Wha! My posts don't even make sense! Poor reader. Maybe I'll write more about Little Taj Mahal now. So anyway for the low, low price of 5.99, one can get an all you can eat styled buffet. Typical dishes include curried chickpeas, chicken marsala, palak paneer (spinich with cheese), naan, and...well, I don't know their name, but deep-fried potatoes. Someone died a heavenly death in the Dinkydome when...she... bit into one of those poofy, child-of-god potato slices. You know, that girl, in the corner, with the goofy smile on her face? Yeah, she died from over-indulgence of the soulful power that is the potato. I think this post is basically a plug for the chaps at Little Taj Mahal. They need all the lovin' they can get. In fact, go love them double time if you're a Minneapolinite, because they'll be opening a restaurant soon (NO I WON'T GIVE YOU DIRECTIONS, DON'T PRESSURE ME). They'll give you poofy potato slices. That's really the only thing my cheese-like brain can throw at you today. Here's a picture of the real thing, to inspire you:Chow, Lucia