A quick review of Google Maps informed me of Westdale's existing directory and dining setup. Saigon and Manna withstood their space, as did Paisley, unfortunately. Franchises like Subway and Pizza Nova were foregoed; instead we headed towards a newcomer in the area: Nannaa Persian Eatery.
Parking in the area was limited, but complimentary on Sundays and holidays.
"How is it?" came a chuckled across the parasoled plastic picnic table.
"It's...an acquired taste." I uttered hesitantly while searching for fitting vocabulary.
"Would you get it again?"
The answer was affirmative: "If I order something spicy." I continued to explain that the creaminess would offset any embers from a fiery dish. "But now I'm just double downing on creaminess." I gestured in the direction of my order.
A welcome variance from Me Va Me's extremely tough laffa, Nannaa offered a soft, spongy pita with faintly charred edges. The first few bites were glorious, though excess liquid permeated over the course of consumption, leading to an overall loss of structural integrity. I swapped to picking up the final few morsels with plastic utensils in an attempt to redeem dignity.
Much like Westdale, the range of shops have altered since my last visit. NàRoma is gone, as is Finch on Locke. Starbucks remains tenacious, as one would expect. Street parking could be found on both sides of the road, with additional spaces behind the renowned coffee franchise. The metre-enforced slots charged at a peculiar rate of $1.00 per forty minutes