You want excellent roti? This is the place for it. Only thing I've ever gotten are the fish roti's and they are perfect! My boyfriend has had the boneless chicken, and curry goat roti and he loved them! It's quite difficult to stay away from there, but you just can't help it. Yes, they're better than Ali's.
The roti scene in Crown Heights is just so much better than the sporadically open, seatless and incredibly slow service operations just to the north in Bed-Sty. Exotic is a new-ish spot with a few tables, a friendly cook and an overall nice vibe.
The proteins vary by the day, of course, but I got a curry chicken buss up on a recent Sunday afternoon. It cost less than $6 and was far more than what one should eat in the middle of the day. I finished it anyway.
I got mine buss up, which has been a routine for me in the last year or so, since I learned what it actually meant. I always have a bit of a trepidation asking for roti this way, as it is surprisingly hard to say as a nearly middle-aged white man who is desperately trying to respect a culinary tradition without wandering into an overdone patois.
But here at Exotic, my request was met with a smile and a roti free of those weird little yellow dots that get everything in the default wrapper.
You want excellent roti? This is the place for it. Only thing I've ever gotten are the fish roti's and they are perfect! My boyfriend has had the boneless chicken, and curry goat roti and he loved them! It's quite difficult to stay away from there, but you just can't help it. Yes, they're better than Ali's.
The roti scene in Crown Heights is just so much better than the sporadically open, seatless and incredibly slow service operations just to the north in Bed-Sty. Exotic is a new-ish spot with a few tables, a friendly cook and an overall nice vibe.
The proteins vary by the day, of course, but I got a curry chicken buss up on a recent Sunday afternoon. It cost less than $6 and was far more than what one should eat in the middle of the day. I finished it anyway.
I got mine buss up, which has been a routine for me in the last year or so, since I learned what it actually meant. I always have a bit of a trepidation asking for roti this way, as it is surprisingly hard to say as a nearly middle-aged white man who is desperately trying to respect a culinary tradition without wandering into an overdone patois.
But here at Exotic, my request was met with a smile and a roti free of those weird little yellow dots that get everything in the default wrapper.