Iron Wok Chinese Express

Indo-Filipino butter chicken -- ricey-ricey. All the times I've passed by Muffin Break, I've thought "Meh, I see enough muffins at work set out with coffee for the psycho patients. And I'm sick of cleaning muffin crumbs from when the patients throw them at each other." So I never stopped in. But I was riding around Kits when the Folk Festival was on, tripping my eyes on the hippies of all ages who came out of the patchouli forests for it. That's when I noticed that Muffin Break sells samosas, wraps with Indian fillings and other non-muffin stuff.

I'll give Muffin Break a "Like" for making its own food. They try. It's not bought-from-Sysco or contracted from an outside bakery. They could do things a bit better, but they didn't do it all wrong. The wrap was well-constructed, folded into a roti that held its shape as I ate it on a park bench overlooking English Bay. The butter chicken filling inside had mild flavour, wasn't too wet, especially because it was about 3/4 rice. I think it's a couple cheerful Filipina women who run the place. You can probably imagine how Phillipine-spiced butter chicken compares to scorchy Punjabi style. My berry smoothie was made with a decent amount of frozen mixed berries, but there was more water, less yogurt in it than most other smoothies I've had.

I liked the looks of the samosas, fruit crumble pies and other house-made baked goods the nice ladies displayed. Muffin Break is like a homey, less-schlocky version of Goldilocks. And there were bunches of muffins, too. I tried not to look at those. Because what I'd see was a collection of crazy-person crumbs in the making.