I had rather a busy day today and was looking forward to a nice home cooked meal. I'd been out the night previous and was sporting a heavy headache and a churning stomach. I'd spent the majority of the day with my good friend and we had been playing Dragonball Z Xenoverse 2. [Sidenote: Nearly at Super Saiyan stage!]. I'd hardly had time to eat anything other than a tuna sandwhich. The tuna in the can however was far too briney and it took me at least 5 minutes to drain it properly, of which I've penned a letter to John West but I digress.
I entered the property and felt at home straight away. The host seemed happy to have us and although she was currently in her pajamas she was chatty and happy to listen to our drivel. She was currently making confectionary pieces but was very attentive. Although I had to make my own drink.
We entered the entertainment area which would also turn out to be the eating area later on, had I known this I would have voiced my concern but I gave it a chance. The entertainment to begin with was pleasant, we exchanged stories and chatted about their 4 month old child. She was a bundle of joy. There was a cat and a dog present and they were not evacuated for the serving of the food or after, I will be contacting the correct people regarding this.
A strange set up for a restaurant, you could go into the kitchen and speak to the chef as she was preparing the meal, still in her pajamas. I enquired as to why there was a 'massive pile' of vegetables in the frying pan and she replied saying it was for the curry. Well ladies and gentleman, I've never seen asparagus in a curry and no popadoms or naans to be seen. We also were not given a menu and it was assumed we enjoyed curry.
The food was bought out, it was a tikka masalla on a bed of white rice, my hippie shippie partner asked for Cauliflower rice as she did not like endangering rice. I hate cauli rice. The curry was a burst of flavours and danced on the tongue like some sort of erotic display, it was as if my taste buds had gone to an exotic strip club and were currently being face hugged by a giant spicy vagina. It was wonderous. The bed of salad (of which I asked only for lettuce and the up until this point gracious host had refused to carry out the request) was lovely to cleanse the palet. I was left full and satisfied.
However, halfway through the meal the host of the establishment decided to discuss 'pubes' and 'back hair' of which me, my fellow diner and my partner were all very shocked. The host seemed to lose herself in a flurry of laughter and from this point I had lost my appetite. Luckily I'd eaten all the chicken.
We ended the evening playing some pleasant games and listening to music inspired by movies, some of which go back to the 1970s.
Atmosphere fantastic. Hosts amazing. A good night had by all. 4/5 because she didn't put just lettuce on my plate. read more