Didn't think I'd post again so soon but I've got the blogging buzz! And I did try something new yesterday so here we are. What did I try you ask? Skydiving? Rob a bank? Engage in a cheeky bout of dogging?
No, (I'd like to make it clear that I never have, nor do I intend to dog, do you say dog? Or is it always dogging? I've gone smutty on my second blog, that's unfortunate. C'est la vie!) I tried a new curry house. Myself and my good friend Stuart like to think of ourselves as fast food connoisseurs, and it's always an exciting moment in our house when we try a new one. There was many an evening when we were disappointed by our ref (canteen)'s food at uni last year so we often found ourselves scouring the streets of Twickenham and Richmond to fill our bellies with tasty (heavily saturated) treats. I know, I hear you crying out, it's risky to live our lives so dangerously, but curry is and always will be a top notch dish to find on your table. And tell me (without blinking) that you don't want one right now?! Go on, pick up the menu, you know you want to!
I'd highly recommend Spice Dew in Twickenham, a good curry is hard to find! And there's nothing more disappointing than a rubbish takeaway. Well there probably are more disappointing things; rain when it's meant to be sunny, the film Memento, dyphtheria's a bit squiffy I hear. But I'm sure a rubbish takeaway ranks fairly highly at least on the list of the world's most disappointing things. You know when it looks good but all tastes the same? Or it's just all grease no food?
Spice Dew, aside from having quite a chucklesome name was excellent. I always have the conversation with assorted people about their choice of curry order. Personally (despite quite liking a bit of spice in my food) I generally plump for a good old fashioned lamb korma. Can't go wrong really! Naturally with peshwari naan and poppadoms. And bhajis, and oh my god were they good! I've had some good bhaji in my time but these were something special. I know this sounds like a 'that's what she said' moment, but I don't even care, they were that good. I'd go back just for them to be honest! They were juicy, and spiced with the condiments of the gods, if there are gods who enjoy condiments!
Now I'm sure to most, that's quite a namby pamby curry order, and people would call me a chicken for having a distinct lack of spice in my meal! I've just never understood the culture of having the hottest meal on the menu just to sit there half an hour later all teary and snotty! I like a good tasting meal, and korma and pasanda (which Spice Dew unfortunately didn't have) deliver ever time! I intend to branch out on my curry orders in the future, because I'm sure there's loads I'd like! What is a bhuna for example? And what in god's name does ordering sagaloo entail? These are questions to which I rather desperately want to know the answer. And David Tries New Things will go there! And then some!
Oh no I've used the phrase 'and then some', I think that's treason in some cultures, but never mind.
My favourite part of the Spice Dew experience was the delivery man. Suited and booted, cheery and cool-box laden, he marched to the door as happy as a mouse in a cheese factory. I had to stifle many a giggle as he did this and then greeted me, and to be honest he looked like he had the best job in the world! I'd have tipped him if I hadn't pre-paid. Maybe he was a 'you had to be there' delivery man, you get them sometimes.
It's no wonder I've had to join a gym.
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