Nothing piques my curiosity like the junk food of other lands. The first time I went to Canada, I was excited to visit an all-nite grocery and wander the snack aisle, and one item in particular made me jealous: curry-flavored potato chips. The spicy-sweet heat of curry? The addictive crunch of potato chips? A nutritional value of roughly zero? Count me in! I almost smuggled a bag through customs, only to picture myself getting roughed up Midnight Express-style by Quebecois goons. It was as good an excuse as any to down the bag. I passed through the checkpoint with trembling orange fingers.
So fate brought me to the doorstep of Spice of India, the small but enticing Indian market in Cool Springs right beside the new Bombay Bistro. There, near the refrigerator case of bottled single-serving mango lasses, stood a display of various exotic chips and snack items. And there I made the acquaintance of my latest junk-food BFF, Kurkure.
