Nanak

A story follows below. I precede with a review of Nanak.
Chat is the cardamom-​rich, sweet milk and tea producing a Bollywood dance of flavor on the tastebuds and a rich warming of the body during blustery Bakersfield days.
And you, the residents of BField have a soon-​to-​be Chat House on the southwest side of town! Viva Nanak!
If you enjoy the food of the Indian sub-​continent the way I do, and enjoy the digestion-​settling Saunf — sugar coated fennel; it’s found here fresh. If you enjoy the food of the Indian sub-​continent as I do, but don’t want to pay restaurant prices; if you want to enjoy them at home, Nanak has a variety of common vegetarian dishes in the freezer case. If you want to prepare the food of the Indian sub-​continent as I do not, all ingredients and preparation tools are here at Nanak.
Then come the sweets of the Indian sub-​continent, plus beautiful boxes for taking them home or to friends. If you call yourself «foodie» or «adventurer» you must try a selection and find what you love.
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In 1908, a religious legal delegation of the Ottoman Empire set out from Istanbul to have a trial and crucify a member of an Iranian family exiled to the prison city of Akka, Israel.
A secular revolution led by Mustafa Kamal Ataturk ended the delegation’s journey.
In 1912, the object of the delegation, a man called Abdu’l-Baha, spoke at a dinner in New York or Washington, D.C. His words were to the effect, «The Persian people are a warm and hospitable people. I encourage you to not be cold, but treat them with warmth and kindness in return…»
Some years ago I befriended the Bhakta family, helping them learn English. Not Persian or Iranian, but east Indian, I found them warm and friendly people. Laleeta would end each lesson with a tray of Indian sub-​continent sweets and savorys. Ras bas bhari, sweet mini balls; Gulab jamun, another sweet; milk cake, kalaka and of course Saunf, sugar coated fennel.
Unlike most Unilocal*ers my family isn’t known for warm gracious hospitality. Someone once accused a grandfather of honey badger and wolverine parentage. My father told me I was found under a warm, wet rock and that my tail required removal before I was allowed into the family. We are known for our anti-​social curmudgeonry.
Knowing warm and hospitable Iranians, immigrants from the Indian sub-​continent, Russia, all the Americas, Africa, the Carribean, Australa, New Zealand and the Pacific Isles has warmed my cold cold heart and tamped down my fightin’ side.
A cup of well-​made chat never hurts one’s soul. Finish with Saunf.