who doesn’t like dhivehi keun on a friday? show them to me and i will show you traitors to our country – even luthufee likes a good rihaakuru dhiya and baiy after hukuru. look him up gen-z.

and this particular friday’s the kind of day you wanna stay in and eat because it’s warm, clingy, and rainy. not a moon cafe sorta day and sometimes you just don’t care for the smell in there. or the cat poo on the wet roads. and now that rodchenko has closed down, ridding greater male of the only viable moon cafe alternative, what can you possibly do?

‘try dhivehikeun,’ someone told me.

‘yeah, but where do i get it?’ i asked them.

‘i just told you!’

‘huh?’

‘@dhi.vehikeun, dumbass.’

and so the lovely folks of @dhi.vehikeun are bringing me a parcel soon. sampaafulhu hears about this and wants in.

‘it’s just one parcel,’ i say. then, looking at the expression on her face i tell her that she can have most of it.

a guy comes to drop it off around 2pm (they start deliveries at 1.30). it’s a hefty pack and samfa is pleased.

‘there’s more than enough for you and me,’ she says, clapping her tiny hands.

it smells really good, even the thelli mas – i’m very picky when it comes to fish, the slightest fishiness is a huge turn off. there’s a side of onions and a spicy looking green chilli. as we get into it, i discover that it’s one big wonderful keun with crunchy thellifaiy, lonu mirus that doesn’t burn your gut, rihaakuru dhiya and bambukeyo baiy. you can’t get more dhivehi than this.

‘i really like that they used haru handoo instead of basmati,’ says samfa.

‘yeah, rodchenko had basmati with their masfen, imagine,’ i say. ‘don’t you just love the mas?’

‘wonderful,’ says samfa. ‘maybe the rihaakuru could be stronger, but that’s the only thing i can think of.’

so we eat like an old couple, tasting each bite, closing our eyes and occasionally letting out ‘mmms’ of appreciation. fridays are sorted and just for 80 bucks. beat that, moon cafe.