Yak & Yeti

[chanaleh]

I meant to mention that we tried out the long-awaited Yak & Yeti a couple weeks ago. It was quite decent, though not brilliant; overall I was way more impressed with the design (graphic and interior; they've clearly invested a lot of energy into both) than with the food. The spicy noodles tasted a little overwhelmingly of coriander, the veggie momo of ginger, the garlic naan of margarine, and so on. And it was noisy, but the service was very pleasant and attentive -- and so on. More pluses than minuses. I'll have to go back, if only to test out the lamb biryani (my benchmark Indian dish); we mostly stuck to the Nepali offerings.

But the other thing that stood out for me about the experience was that, simply having made plans to go there, for the REST of the DAY my brain kept offering up tunes for potential jingles.

Curiously enough, I mostly started off getting it mashed up with the Cocteau Twins' "Wax and Wane", which, if you know it, results in an earworm something like:
"The devil keeps telling me, Yak & Yet-iiii..."

By the time I was actually walking over there (N.B. a whopping two blocks from my house, another point in its favor if you are me), I was down to:
"London Bridge is falling down, Yak & Yeti!"
("Next we'll have some garlic naan, garlic naan, garlic naan...")

My dear neighbor DD (the adorable erstwhile Giuseppe), whom we happened to run into there, said that the one he couldn't shake off was simply:
"Yak & Yeti, the San Francisco treat!"

But I think my favorite overall has been:
"Yaaaaaaaaaak! -- & Yeti, where the wind comes sweeping down the plain!"

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