Because I believe that if I put my mind to it
I could think of a few Indian things they
might not have. This place is in a neighborhood
(Lexington Ave. in the 20s and 30s) that's
filled with Indian stores and restaurants.
(When I was 2-plus weeks past my due
date with Lila, we came here a few times
so I could eat vindaloo. I guess we
were hoping to smoke her out!)
Although smoking Lila out with vindaloo is a crack up, I can understand why you would go here in that case, vindaloo or not. People have deliveries there so often they have to watch their step.
ReplyDelete"I’d like to pay by check, if you don’t mind. Just as soon as I get this placenta off my shoe.”
These stores attract me like a magnet. I am a thrift shop, garage sale, cheap store browser. And I like Indian food, too.
ReplyDeleteToo funny, Alexa! I have to admit, I can only eat the wussy dishes like Chicken Butter Masala or the various Kormas. Hubby likes to eat the ones that have 'breaking out in a sweat' thrown in free - somewhat like your hopes for the vindaloo.
ReplyDeleteThat sounded stupid, sorry! To clarify, no, hubby wasn't hoping to smoke out a baby and make the news ~ what I was trying to say was that he would be achieving the perspirational part only!
ReplyDeleteTG -- you slay me!
ReplyDeletebibi -- you're gonna have such a good time in NYC!
Shell -- Truth be told, I'm more of a Korma gal myself, but there was a good reason for vindaloo at the time. (The kid still didn't want to come out and had to be induced with chemicals: her first—though not last!—passive-agressive act!).
HAHAHA! Did it work?
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