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For your reading pleasure, a very special guest blogger will present to you today's events (my commentary to follow).

Take it away, Kirst!
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“But why THAT Indian place?”

The logic did not add up. By THAT Indian place, she meant the ONLY Indian place within walking distance and we’d already had the displeasure of eating there. The food took forever to be served, orders were forgotten, the place was nigh on empty, dishes were small in portion yet hideously overpriced and the shag ponir?

None too tasty.

“I just want a slice of pizza!” I whined.

“I can’t eat that! I’m in the mood for tandoori!” Tavie was adamant, her Atkins rage an imposing argument.

Tired and freezing my ass off, I relented.

The feeling was all too familiar. We were met in the recognizably deserted restaurant by a waiter who didn’t seem entirely sure of what to do with us. I nabbed a seat next to the radiator and we ordered. From there on it just went downhill…

…for Tavie anyway.

I’m a latecomer. I suck, I realize but when something takes forever to arrive I’d be a hypocrite to raise any hoodoo. I ordered the uncomplicated veggie biryani and called it a day.

Tavie was disappointed to be informed that the only meat available on the lunch special was chicken. After the waiter proclaimed chicken tikka would take roughly 13 months to cook, she settled on the chicken curry with a side of yogurt and NO rice. To save valuable time, we asked for the check with the food.

Thus we waited.

25 minutes left into our lunch HOUR, the food arrived.

“Here’s your rice!” The waiter proclaimed, setting down Tavie’s teeny metal pot of curry. The yogurt was nowhere in sight. Ditto for the check.

We dug in.

The veggie biryani was a little stingy with the cauliflower but all in all, quite plentiful, golden and yummy.

Tavie was holding something small and grainy between her fingers.

“It’s glass.” She informed me.

Hmm.

I offered her a piece of cauliflower on the end of my fork.
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Thank you, Kirsten. Lesson learned: always let you pick where we go to lunch.

If anyone's in the mood for a tasty, if tiny, bowl of Glass Stew, I highly recommend Amin's Indian Cuisine on 17th street and 8th avenue.

Bring antiseptic.

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