I think I eat Indian food the wrong way. At the local lunch buffet, you receive 4 pieces of Tandoori chicken and some naan bread aside from whatever you'd like from the buffet.

I peel the chicken into strips, douse it with lemon, put it on the naan bread with onion and a strange, tangy green sauce, and I roll it up and eat it like a burrito. This seems to alternately amuse and horrify the Indian staff.

It's really good though. So is the curry chicken on the pea rice. The only Indian dish I've disliked is the lentil one, since it's too gritty.

Free salted fennel seeds on the way out. I saved a few extra in my cigarette cellophane. I think they use these things for black licorice. They being manufacutures, that is to say, confectioners, or maybe purveyors of black licorice.

I managed not to spill any vindaloo on the Cold Six Thousand, the Ellroy book I've just started. It's very choppy and static, and I'm enjoying it so far.

I have an avatar now. That's me at the top of this page, watching you watching me. Hooray for Neal Stephenson buzzwords. (no avatar here at blogger yet)
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