Namasté

Don’t ask me WHAT got into us! It could have been bad planning, long lines at every other restaurant, or our severely hungered bellies…I don’t know. BUT we ate Indian food at an Indian restaurant served by Indian people. If our 12 year younger, Pasadena, Indians living below us-selves could have seen us now, they would have NEVER believed it. But we did. And it wasn’t THAT bad!

Sure, the smell was a no-go. The lady in the back cooking with her full-on garb wasn’t super appetizing. And least enticing of all…the look on Mr. Blackhurst’s face…like maybe he was on the verge of pooping his pants. All those things kind of shook me, but in the end, we were all okay. The food, though a little too fragrant for my tastes, was actually edible.

Forced smiles—so much fun to eat ethnic!!!

Truth be told, it was all kind of adventurous and comedic. I really would do it again (with a little convincing). Namasté!!!!