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I love how some foreign
food joints need to dumb down their names in order to appease us retarded
Americans--as if an authentic Indian name would fuck us up so bad
we would never remember the name of the place. Ironically, I can't
remember a damn thing about this restaurant. I remember getting some
chicken tikka or something to go. I remember being pissed that the
raita is like $2.50 extra (sauce should be included, dammit!) and
I remember all my co-workers complaining about the smell when I brought
it back to the office--Indian food won't make you friends. Honestly,
I don't consider myself an Indian food connoisseur (nor do I consider
myself a tall person or a tan person), but stuff probably tasted like
cheap Indian food tastes. The chicken was probably a little too fatty.
The restaurant was small and cramped, as most tiny cubicle restaurants
on 9th Avenue are, and I do recall being the only person in the place
when I sat down after placing my order. In any case, I'm going to
keep trying to expand my horizons, despite the sometimes mediocre
results. [MF]
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