HTO: It’s hard to tell who has a stronger rep in Montreal, Loe Pesci or his father Nantha. Real talk – If you don’t know at least one of them, you are not a certified All City Chilleur. Often, it’s hard to tell who is the bigger mook between them. Like father like son. Both of them have OG status on this island and they each put tons of work  into their own respective realms. When Pesci is not on the battlefield clowning rappers from Ottawa to Cali, he’s out there putting in work at the stu, talking shit between restless networking sessions and intense blunt rotations. The only two places I ever see Nantha is either on St-Laurent having ten times more fun than anyone or in his kitchen cooking some marvelous, mouthwatering and flavorful goodness. The man is a chef and if you know anything about him, you also know that he’s on a Too Short tip with a fresh immigrant accent to match.

It’s only right kid. We had to get together and do what we do best: mook it out. I got Mooksy Collins to come with me on this assignment and be the witness. Mooksy has a serious eating disorder. His thought process constantly revolves around food. It gets real heavy sometimes. I seen him devour a giant chicken breast bagel sandwich with a bunch of latkes, a pack of pierogies and a tub of pickled Herring in one sitting. He might be an omnivorous monster with a grizzly’s appetite but his criticism often holds deep truth when he talks about food. It was his first time eating at Nantha’s, so imma let his virgin tongue spit the unbiased truth to the people. This is what he has to say about his experience.

First things first, the Universal Appetizer. No meal would be the same without it. Carefully hand-picked spices wrapped in the finest of chocolate leafs, a mook delicacy.

So before heading to the meal we met Loe Pesci at the lab. The heavy blunt hits are just starting to take effect and I’m ready to devour some fucking grub!

But I’m going to have to wait. Chilling with MC’s you quickly learn that each new project will be fully exposed and explained to you before and above all other activities.

This time around, we get a sneak peak at a new video coming out featuring Osa and Narcy from the “Deadly Medley” mixtape. The verses are invincible deli, and it was partially filmed at the Kitchen itself. The images of black and white pad thai kept taunting me between the rounds of punchlines. This vid and the entire OG Hindu Kush project will hit you kids like a ton of bricks. They got some serious flavors hidden in the trunk, ready to pop out on some unexpected shit. But speaking of flavors, I got a one track mind, and we only got time for one track, cause I’m a HUNGRY fucking mook. Let’s get to this spot before I empty the fridge and start eating the cat food, real talk.

Few graff flicks on the way there. Canada Post recently decided that they were gonna dress the boxes in some hoodrat all-over prints to keep us from bombing them. Think again assholes, you missed a spot. Big up VIBO (tos) yeye!

The official hidden window-sign. I’m feeling the Lucifer logo. If this is the type of shit they serve in hell, fucking sign me up. You faggot ass do-gooders can hit up heaven and and eat all the shitty Philly Cream Cheese Creations you want.

Before even stepping inside, this place gets the Mook-Life Seal Of Approval. No sign, the address is hand written on a scrap of paper taped to the window, a ghetto air conditioner and wires hanging out on some art-deco shit….word life, I feel right at home!

The Man himself working on some samositas in his classic chef attire. Forget your new Nike Destroyer jacket, this dude’s got the real swagger. Notice the do-it-yourself vibe in the kitchen. This is some REAL home-cooking, none of these 7000$ gas stoves. Nah man, this guy is a straight up hustler. Mook recognize Mook.

Listen. Contrary to what some may think, I’m not just all about the food. Actually fuck that, I’m all about the food but ambiance and shit is a cool bonus point if you ask me. This spot was official with it. Not some bourgeois yuppy pre-fab decoration, this joint had soul. You could tell it used to be some breakfast diner, but Nantha really added a nice touch to it all. Especially the wood plank wall. Kinda felt like we were on some Malaysian fishing boat at sunset or a dock side restaurant on a warm beach. The music was really on point. As soon as I walk in, I’m catching this heavy Reggae bass line. Not some fucking played out Bob Marley that your hippy-white-girl friends bump at the eco-cafe when they’re “feeling ethnic”. Nah man, this was some ganaster Nyabinghi shit. (you kids go ahead and wikipedia that). Another occasion to grant the Mook-Life Stamp, and I haven’t even eaten yet!

Meanwhile back at the ranch, we celebrate life.

You know the cook is a mook when…^^ Check Le Swag…

Speaking of swag, this is one piece of equipment no real Montreal Mook will be caught without. This is how we live up here 24-7. Weed and Hockey my dude. You Americans can stereotype us all you want, our cross-checks and Candy Kush will knock you the fuck out.

More ganaster decorations, all of the tables had one. This really enhanced that Malaysian boat feel I was talking about. Proper.

Oh boy, here we go! Mini veggie sammositas and Tum Yum chicken soup… Now I know why the devil was on the sign, this soup was spicier than a Jada Fire strip-tease in a jalapeno bikini…shieeeeet, pass me some of that water homie! Fuck-ing delicious! The sammositas were fresh and flaky with a delicious soft veggie fill, a pure delight. When I say fresh I mean that they were delicately hand crafted moments before cooking. No frozen shit out hurr.

Ok, at this point I’m getting amped. The salmon and beef cigarillos landed on the table and instigated a feeding frenzy. With the entree catching flying colors, the appetizer was even better!

The game was being stepped up with each new serving. Next time I’m up here I’m buying a fucking case of these to go. No joke, gimme like 25 of each! Some party-pack shit, you know? Besides, word is Nantha is an expert chilleur, life-of-the-party type of character himself. Imma let his son break down the knowledge for you…

Loe Pesci: My pops is the man, for anyone that’s met him, you already know. If you haven’t, you might cross him at an afterparty in a Ghostfaceish mink and a few broads on his shoulders (the flyest ones in the party). He always has something funny yet almost overboard to say in any situation (usually involving conversation with females), pretty much like father like son. We don’t bite our tongues…

My dad was the first person to introduce me to music and he listens to all types of music. This is how I started sampling and making beats in that my knowledge of all genres of music that my dad played when I was growing up pretty much made me the artist I am today…

The dude has had girlfriends from every part of the world and speaks over 7 languages. I’ve never seen him have trouble interacting with people in any setting anywhere on the planet. Although I only speak two languages, my social abilities and communication skills definitely came from him (no bruno), female pheromone manipulation as well. Long story short, my dad is the man. If you’re hating he probably bagged your broad in the past- get over it, cause the Pad Thai is worth burying the hatchet over. If you want to bring your girl to a nice restaurant where a suave Malaysian geezer will call you gay and hit on your girl, this is the place to go.

Just a few observations… Earrings, tattoos, rocking a Success t-shirt with a mooked out apron on top, this man is 100% Mook Life approved!

OK, here comes the infamous chicken and shrimp Pad Thai. The only thing on this humble old Earth better than pussy, is food. That’s just the natural order of our animal instincts. First Course, Second Course, Main Course, Intercourse. I actually accidentally called this the “inter-course” (as in “between the courses”) but Pesci caught the Freudian slip and an onslaught of “pause” jokes ensued. Shit I wont lie, this Pad Thai almost gave me a hard-on, the pink sauce was mad sexy. And you know what the best part is? It’s less expensive than the cheapest whore you can get around here (and we’re in Montreal, brah) but it tastes like a classy bitch from the Hamptons. The balance was perfect, an overall sweet composure but with just enough spice to give it some attitude, just like I like my broads. Speaking of which, I noticed that all the other customers in this spot were females aged 20-30…intriguing…

Chicken Curry Thali, the head honcho of the meal. I can’t front, it was hard for this plate to compete after that flawless Pad Thai, but it still held it’s own. If you’re into curries, I recommend this joint. It’s mild on the spices and authentic with the flavors. Top notch! Everything in the plate has a purpose and the result is a well-balanced, large spectrum of assorted flavors and textures. Simply can’t go wrong with this dish. This whole meal was a big win. From the Chef to the decor, Nantha’s Kitchen holds a high level of mookness that offers great home cooked and exotic dishes in an atmosphere perfectly tailored for such a meal. It ain’t just another soulless Thai Express from around the corner. It’s a unique gem with a legendary all city chef that makes classic dishes with his own touch of funk and originality. What more can you ask for?

HTO: Let it be known, Nantha’s Kitchen is official as fuck! Stop being a lazy mook and get your ass down to 68 Duluth in the heart of the Plateau, where you’ll find this gem. It’s a good look. For those who have been living under a rock or living on rocks for the past little while you might want to catch some of the crazy action coming from the homie Loe Pesci. Follow his ass on Twitter @LoePesci and make sure to join the OG Hindu Kush Facebook fanpage. His anticipated album, OG Hindu Kush: In 3D, should be dropping mid February and more likely than not, we will have an exclusive article about it coming up. Until then you can peep the music right here. Also, don’t forget to peep the Step Your Life Game Up blog for the best and latest in the battle world, hip-hop and much more. It’s a very good look.