How could I say no? For days I'd been talking about puffy naan, rich chicken tikka masala, raita and mounds of basmati rice, which they love even more than those Krispies. So when my oldest handed me a yellow pouch of ready-made channa masala, I agreed, and soon other packets were tossed in the cart, too: dark pureed Punjab eggplant, with a fancy garnish of carrot shavings and snap peas pictured on the front; and spinach channa, a dish of chickpeas simmered in chiles and spinach.
I knew the sodium was high, but the food was otherwise kosher and vegan, not to mention free of preservatives and MSG. "Tear up your take-out menus!" one pouch proclaimed. The kids couldn't wait, and frankly, neither could I.
But the food ended up predictably bland and salty, with no allure of ginger, no fragrant pods of cardamom. And no amount of quickly made basmati rice could erase what we are were all thinking: We wished we were at an Indian restaurant.
Find out if Azitra is the place to go when your craving hits when my review is posted here tomorrow.
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