I ate my first Indian today, well I didn’t eat an actual Indian;
neither a person from the country of India
or a native of America .
I meant an Indian meal, from a restaurant called the Queen Victoria, but when I
state that I ate an Indian meal I actually
has scampi and chips from the Queen Victoria and a poppa Dom with a
selection of the sauces, which included some chutney, sweet & sour and a
third of a separate constituency as with both of the previously mentioned they
were more liquid but the third had some little more solid chucks within the
liquid the liquid tasted nice but then I bit into the crunchy bit and I was
surprised by the explosion of tastes which ensued, my face must have been a
picture if anyone else had seen it. But as soon as I had gathered my composure
again I attempted t eat another one and could I please state for the record I
discovered a new thing that I actually liked the taste of.
The service there was interesting to say the least, As I apparently
got picked on a bit by one of the staff who asked for my name so the people
that I was with answered “Tom” and then the member of staff immediately stated
in response “Cruise” I laughed but then the people that I was with came to my responding
with statements like he’s not that shot.
But that’s not really what I would expect from an Indian restaurant
as what I’d expect would be for them to call me “Jones” and then he could have
stated “It’s not unusual”. But I realise that he might be too young for that
song.
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