Indian.
No matter how much I enjoy eating it, I always regret having done so as soon as I'm finished.
See also a full English breakfast.
I'm done with the British 'Indian'. I've probably been eating it for, what, 40 years? Because it's what you do. But it's shít. Invariably. Inevitably. Shít. It bears absolutely no resemblance whatsoever to Indian food, which is invariably excellent.
In fact, it's the exact opposite to Chinese food.
We have arrived at a great truth today.
Stop this nonsense.
While the above statement may be 100% based in truth the joys of an "Indian" as we have all known it for 30-40 years is beyond dispute.
The crunch of the fresh pappadum dipped into lime pickle, a nice tarka daal, chicken madras maybe, buttery naan.
You're wrong and I demand you come clean.
Nah. Indian food is a wonder of controlled spicing, with an enormous variety of different dishes. The shít we eat in this country is mystery meat bathed in gravy which comes in buckets from a central supplier and differs only in colour and chilli content.
Poppadoms and lime pickle are a fine thing, to be sure, but you can't get a decent roti or chapati in this country.
When did you last see an Indian menu in Europe featuring the finest Indian dishes of all, the lal maas or the dal makhani? You didn't, because these would require a little care to prepare.
In short, you're eating shíte, and by eating it, you're encouraging the production of it.
Just stop.
We went for a fantastic curry in Bradford after a match up there. Cheap as ****, too. Loaded up the car with dishes to put in the freezer at home. Car smelled lovely.
Football content. Stuart ****ing McCall scored and then Ashley Cole equalised with his first Arsenal goal.
I didn't see the ball cross the line as I was at the back of the upper tier of that little, ****ty shed thing they had/have.
finished 1-1. against Bradford. FFS.
And there is absolutely **** all wrong with a British Indian restaurant curry.
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