Dain Vossar (Galaxy Wanderer)
Google
In a galaxy not so far away—East Lake Street, Minneapolis—I stumbled into Himalayan Restaurant, drawn by the whispers of momo and the pull of paneer. And let me tell you, strong with the flavor, this place is.
Started my journey with the Veggie Half Momo, and oh, what a revelation--Inside this dumpling, the Force is. Savory secrets wrapped in dough—it’s not just a snack, it’s a galactic council meeting in your mouth.
Each bite burst with spice and harmony, like a well-executed lightsaber duel—balanced, precise, and deeply satisfying.
Then came the Palak Paneer—creamy, comforting, and dressed in the colors of the Republic.--Creamy it is. Spinach-powered it may be. But underestimate the flavor, you must not.
Of course, what’s a Jedi feast without Garlic Naan? If flatbread had a Jedi rank, this would be a Master. Charred just right, and sassier than Yoda on leg day. A perfect companion to scoop every last bit of that paneer goodness. (And yes, I did. Waste not, want not.)
And the steamed rice? Simple, noble, and effective.
Now, as with all great adventures, a plot twist appeared at the end—a 3% credit card surcharge. Not the end of the world, but it hits like finding out the droid you bought doesn’t come with a charger. Annoying, it is.
Still, for $32 and change, this was a culinary campaign worth every credit (even with the surcharge ambush). Peaceful dining space, quick service, and food crafted with care and Force alike.