Last Saturday night, our stomach shaken by seconds and thirds of wine-braised goose with pork, veal, and chestnut stuffing, we revisited the original Dosa (995 Valencia at 21st St.) for a South Indian curative. The setting is still evocative of what we imagine a Burning Man chill-out tent to be, what with the fuzzy electronic burbles on the stereo, well-inked servers, and awkwardly dimmed lights, but the food hit the spot, even more than we'd remembered.
On Sunday morning, we felt better, but still quite goosed. That evening, we ventured to Valencia's other South Indian restaurant, the all-vegetarian Udupi Palace in the old Firecracker space (1007 Valencia at 21st St.), just a few feet from Dosa. Udupi is the anti-Dosa. Sitars and harmoniums hang weirdly from the walls. Bollywood musicals flash on a high, swaying television. It's a minichain with few frills: The frowning waiters wear matching maroon shirts and unceremoniously ferry bottles of Kingfisher and puffy balls of poori to your table. Here, an immensely fresh samosa with fragrant steam swirling out from a cracked, bulging outer shell was the big winner, a much better rendition than at Dosa. While no tastier than their counterparts down the street, the dosas and masala-and-chutney-laced thicker lentil pancakes known as uthappams are significantly bigger here, and a few dollars cheaper.
So which place is better? We can't come down with a verdict -- the restaurants are too different, our sampling too small. But most days, we'll lean in the direction of thrift and leftovers. If only we could smuggle a little of Dosa's chennai chicken into Udupi Palace.