When it comes to eating out, I consider it a treat. As a result, I wouldn't dream of diminishing the experience with rules of conduct, dress codes, or quibbles over who had rice.
However, I might offer up a few simple guidelines after an evening in my local curry house with a good friend. I shall not name the part-time arch genius, as I respect him too much.
#1 Never eat in a curry house with a vegetarian.
#2 Never let him choose from the Brussels Sprout specials.
And finally, and most important of all:#3 Never share a taxi ride home unless you can open a window.
Indigo
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hehehehehe ewe... *plugs nose* hehehehehe
ReplyDeleteHahaha!!! I will point the finger, just give me the green light.
ReplyDeleteI said POINT, not PULL.
Owwwwwwwwwwwwweeeeeeyyyyeeeeeeuuuuch!
ReplyDeleteStill.......
Better out than in as they say........
Hey Eolist! I couldn't believe it when I saw the menu. And in all fairness, I'm just as bad this morning.
ReplyDeleteHey Kato! Don't! Pull! The Fingeeer! You'd be safe with me, of course - I smell like a fresh sea breeze at all times. Near a docs full of herring trawlers.
Hey Alistair! Uncanny! It's like you were there.
Thanks one and all! Indigo
Shame-faced confession: I am 42 years old, and had always thought they were called Brussel Sprouts, not Brussels Sprouts. I have only just realised, and have adjusted my worldview accordingly. Best regards, Indigo
ReplyDeleteI just avoid brussel sprouts. Damn cabbage family.
ReplyDeleteWow! I've never heard of such dishes! I love Brussel sprouts and consider the above advice more than sound :)
ReplyDeleteTry putting five whole cooked cabbages on a child's plate, and when they ask tell them they're brussels sprouts but because said child didn't eat his/her greens he/she has shrunk.
ReplyDeleteHey Joshua! I'm with you matey. Evil little cabbages of doom.
ReplyDeleteHey Robbie! I've never seen them in any other curry house, and I'm not at all surprised. They're for Christmas dinner, right? Maybe even lightly fried and wrapped in bacon (a tip given to me by a lady at the supermarker once).
Hey matey! I salute your resolve on this issue, and the other one about the hamster. Creative solutions.
Thanks one and all! Indigo
My father was stationed in London during WW II and apparently had to eat a lot of brussels sprouts. As a result, we never had them in our house. Turned out that was a wonderful thing!
ReplyDeleteHey Blissed-Out! That was a close call, Nancy! They are an ill wind that blows no good whatsoever. Indigo x
ReplyDeleteBrussels Sprouts section? And the part-time arch genius had the nerve to give me a hard time for ordering a simple Palak?
ReplyDeleteHey Boom Boom! He knows no shame. Indigo
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