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First, the Uber drivers. Then, the night-shift nurses at Scarborough General. Then, a food blogger named TorontoTikkaMasala posted a grainy video with the caption: “This lady is fighting a war. And the weapon is a potato.”
"Asha-ji," he said, wiping a counter that was already clean. "SpiceBurst wants this corner. Foot traffic. They're offering… triple." jai bhavani vada pav scarborough
The vinyl lettering on the window said "Jai Bhavani Vada Pav," but the old Maharashtrian woman behind the counter, Asha Patil, liked to call it the "Embassy of Happiness." First, the Uber drivers
The landlord, a cheerful but ruthless Punjabi man named Mr. Dhillon, started dropping hints. the Uber drivers. Then
“this is alas just another film that panders to the image Thompson himself tried to shirk – the reckless buffoon that is more at home on fraternity posters than library shelves. It is a missed opportunity to take the man seriously.”
This is an excellent summary on the attitude of the seeming majority of HST ‘admirers’.
It just makes me think that they read Fear and Loathing, looked up similar stories of HST’s unhinged behaviour and didn’t bother with the rest of his work.
There is such a raw, human element of Thompsons work, showing an amazing mind, sense of humour, critical thinking and an uncanny ability to have his finger on the pulse of many issues of his time.
Booze feature prominently in most of his writing and he is always flirting with ‘the edge’, but this obsession with remembering him more as Raoul Duke and less as Hunter Thompson, is a sad reflection of most ‘fans’; even if it was a self inflicted wound by Thompson himself.