soft food

Mr Weiss had a peg pulled yesterday – translation, a tooth out.  Firstly OUCH and secondly THANK GOD IT WASN’T ME! I am a first class wimp when it comes to anything dental,  this stems from being severely traumatized as a child of a 70’s New Zealand upbringing.

All primary schools (ages 4-12) had an on site Dental Nurse, who attended to our tiny teeth at least once a year.  It was a legendary source of extreme anxiety and brutality at the hands of the nurse…. so much so that it was nicknamed “The Murder House”.  Alphabetically every child was called for “checkups” which included pretty much everything except tooth extraction, one small minor miracle that we escaped having to endure, in a place where skill, subtlety and compassion flew right out the window, in fact it never even came close to the window….. EVER!  It wasn’t like you got a lolly pop upon leaving,  you could consider yourself lucky that you didn’t get a punch in the face on the way out, and only because she would have inflicted enough facial damage already.

You were generally called in the mornings, ripped out of class by your fingernails, to the whaling cries of “It’s not my turn or “NOT THE  the Murder House, nooooooooo”, it was so horrifying that even the other kids never made fun of whose turn it ended up being, it was strictly taboo.  An unspoken off limit subject, never to be made fun of…..ever.

The building was tucked away in the back of the school somewhere, most likely to muffle the screaming cries of pain.  Us kids were always frog matched over by an also sadistic Dental Assistant,  so you couldn’t even entertain the thought of doing a runner either.  No one escaped on their watch!  I’m gonna say inside the prefab shed was the bloody carnage of wadded discarded cotton balls soaked red, and kids chained to chairs in varying states of distress, but this could be slight exaggeration, slight mind you, but not by much.

This was also in the era where it was a medieval foot pump operated drill, yes that’s right she had to crank the drill up using her foot and it would usually start slowing down mid-way through a procedure when she would have to crank the foot peddle again.  Just stop, picture this a drill slowing down inside your face somewhere….. yeah I thought so,  I’ll take that sympathy thanks.

Anywho our Dentist Dr Simring, has been forewarned of my irrevocable  “dental hysteria”,  as a dental professional and the kindest, gentlest most calming man we could have ever found  (I mean does your dentist consider it part of his job to cradle your head and gently murmur “You’re okay, you’re okay, it’s all fine” even before he’s peeked inside your head?  I think not right),  he was suitably horrified by my experiences.  I’m sure my chart upon opening is loaded with warning signs, screaming lights and sirens “WARNING WARNING watch at all times, liable to pass out, vomit, shake uncontrollably or try and run for it…… must sedate at all times!” I have got to be every dentist’s nightmare and you can thank the New Zealand Government for that.

So soft food it was….. along Houston between avenue A and 1st, you will notice a gaggle of cabs loitering at all times of the day.  Spin your head around and look to a small storefront window, down a few stairs, inside is Punjabi heaven, all vegetarian dishes that you order by the number.  Its super cheap and really delicious, this amount of food will feed Mr Weiss and myself for a least a couple of nights… grand total $14.00 bucks and we splurged!


vegetable pakoras, lentils, chana masala, saag and rice ps.. the chai tea for a buck is killer



  1. Posted April 3, 2009 at 7:04 pm | Permalink

    OMG, such awful reminders of the Murder House! I had no fillings until intermediate school yet to this day I am terrified of the dentist!

  2. thecatskillkiwi
    Posted April 3, 2009 at 7:09 pm | Permalink

    I don’t think anyone can truly understand how horrifying this was for us kiwis!!!! I feel your pain.

  3. Posted April 3, 2009 at 8:18 pm | Permalink

    Well i must be special because i always got a little furry bee or butterfly tied to some dental floss to parade around my neck like a badge of honour, in fact i was the dentist pet (if you can have one) and i would nick out of class and help her or help to calm other anxious kids. hmmmm in hindsight probably why Im struggling at university now. :o)

  4. thecatskillkiwi
    Posted April 3, 2009 at 8:24 pm | Permalink


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