27.09.08
Curried Belgian
The load of us went out for curry last night. My guests had never had one before so it looked like it could be fun.
We ended up at The Curry Pot - last visited on my 36th birthday. It wasn’t a good evening then but I had hopes for a good one last night.
They brought us an huge selection of starters, most of which were really nice. And then the mains.
We’d persuaded the guests not to have a korma but to try something a little more spicy and bless them for trying.
Other events included discovering that D has wrecked his tastebuds with too much spicy food over the years. He had the lamb version of the dish that I had with chicken. I was sweating and my mouth was very pleasantly numb and tingly afterwards. D was whinging that his had no heat and he was disappointed. Pfft.
Benny and Marco did seem to enjoy theirs and we were going to troop back to mine to enjoy chocolate and beer but at this point the very people who snigger at me for being old were backing out citing “needing to go to bed” as an excuse. At 10pm on a Friday. Pathetic wasters the lot of them.
Mind you my guests did want to be up and out the house at around 6am this morning so an early night was a good idea for them.
Nyom for the curry.
Have fun.