My memories of previous encounters with Indian cuisine are not exactly fond. The last time – an impromptu appearance at a leaving do for an Indian expat from work – I ended up tossing and turning through the night, tormented both bodily and mentally by masala dosa. Thanks to that, and my well documented lack of adventure when it comes to food, it was my last attempt at eating anything Indian- a full five years ago.
Without any prior planning we end up standing and chatting outside an Indian restaurant. There’s me, my Iranian buddy and a third guy who he once worked for. We have spent the last few minutes catching up and reminiscing on the various bits and pieces of the shared lives we have missed in the intervening months.
The thing about these meetings is that they invariably segue into a catalogue of cynical musings. We moan about the lack of excitement in our line of business, gleefully swap stories about former bosses whose careers have gone awry, and self deprecatingly (in mock humility) discuss what it is we are currently working on.
As we stand in front of the Indian restaurant, someone suggests we go in and grab a bite. My Iranian friend is ambivalent, his ex boss is keen to try something new in the city and I am positively petrified, but for lack of a coherent excuse I agree and we walk in.
There are several empty tables available and we grab a seat by the window, in a smaller section of the room. I skip the starter, some sort of corn wrap with mixed sauces.
When the main menu arrives, it is a curious mix of names I am blissfully unaware of. I eventually order a chicken tikka with some rice, only medium spiced. When it arrives, it has a soft, light aroma. The chicken is slightly salty but tastes great, as does the accompanying rice side dish and the curry sauce. As I eat it, I half expect to suddenly throw up and massively embarrass myself, but I survive; washing it down with a sweet cider.
All in all it’s a great evening out, one more place to file in my places-to-take-a-prospective-love-interest-to and more importantly there’s one more flavour to my international food basket.
8 thoughts on “About Town: The chicken tikka edition”
i love food…every food except vegetarian food… God made cows and their brethren to be eaten with relish!!! Tofu is just wrong!!! :))
if it has meat, i will eat !!!
(Notice that i just rhymed 🙂 )
I see you are engaging your inner poet…..
*smiles* (no, laughs). Food, it evokes different things in us….
LOL.. I'm sure whilst I will never touch masala dosa anywhere again, it is someone's idea of a delicacy.. 🙂 Different strokes for different folks as they say
I love how you describe the food, you almost sound like a food critic : )
I love curry, so I suspect I'll do just fine with Indian food.
I actually love indian food, It was my cuisine of choice when I was in college. Havent really found a corresponding quality of indian food in Abuja. I think one of the joys of our multicultural world is the variety of foods available. I could spend my whole life discovering new and delicious foods.
Tried indian once, promised to never try it again, tried mexican once, went home and spoilt it with egusi soup. The chemical reaction had me down for 36hours. Now, I roll the food in my mouth for a couple of minutes (like wine) if the stomach does not complain, I send it down.
Lmao@ Singlenigerian's comment…'Egusi'
Tried indian once, only thing I liked was some sweet doughy thingy and rice. That's all.