There’s a market in West Campus on 23rd and Rio that makes the best potato samosas in West Campus. At any hour of the day, I can walk in and warmed, spiced samosas will be ready for me to devour within seconds. Though I’ve never bought anything else from the little bodega, the young man at the counter always chuckles to himself and asks “How can I help you ma’am?” when I walk in. “One samosa please,” I reply, and slide $1.50 across the counter before he can pick up a paper bag. This is our little routine at least three times a week. Sometimes, to keep him on his toes, I ask for extra chutney.

Samosas: the only food group that matters (image from tumblr.com)