This week I had lunch on my own at Curry in a Hurry. I was in the area, had never been there, was looking for something a little different, and decided to give it a shot.
Not bad. I recommend the chicken curry and the potato curry. Even better was the endless loop of Indian music videos playing in the little dining nook. Each one of them was hyper-saturated, hyper-romanticized Bollywood at its best, with puzzlingly gomer-looking guys chasing some of the most spectacularly gorgeous women on the planet around exotic locales, from the Ganges to the jungle to the pyramids (not sure why) to the Taj Mahal, wooing her, rejecting her, disdaining her, supplicating her, and, invariably, enrapturing her.
As a bonus, I noticed on their little wall of fame, right next to a shot of the ex-guv enjoying some potato curry, a few pics of Lindsey Vonn's visit to the fine establishment some time ago. (Yes, I did pause to orient myself relative to the photo and touch in homage the table where she appears to have been sitting. 'Cause I'm sick like dat.)
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