We had been meaning to do their all-you-can-eat lunch for about 2 years, even though the place is 50 feet from ours. So, Ms. Synapticblur and I made our move for dinner.
When we walked in, the place was roughly 105�F, thanks to some extremely busted heating system. Ice cube lifespan was 4 seconds.
But some guy just turned the whole thing off and we were fine since there was plenty of heat to last our entire meal.
We got an order of samosas, which are potatoes and peas turnovers. They’re the Nicholas Cage of the appetizer world: bald and old.
I got a minced lamb entree, which came with deliciously typical lentils and ho!, white rice. She got pink chicken with veggies, yogurt, and rice. Boy, were they above average. The mint sauce worked well on it.
I’ve had a theory that Indian animals have less flavorful meat than American ones, but someone pointed out that Indian restaurants in America get their meats from America too, so I’m not sure what the difference is.
Do they steam their meat? Whatever, it’s still good.
Now that Randy Johnson is a member of the most hated team in Christendom, is it OK to publicly make fun of his disturbing face? 
