Tonight
I went in search of food and found this beautiful Indian eatery. It was
hidden at the end of a street filled with Chillis, Nandos, Dunkin
Donuts, Starbucks, Pizza Hut and a Toni Romero's rib house (with no
pig).
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| The Wrong Door |
I
sauntered in after opening the door for a horrified looking lady who
was in the middle of putting on her face veil. I realized straight away
that I had entered through the wrong door...(the family door). Red faced
I was ushered out of the door around to the other side of the building
and shown in through the rear door marked in Arabic and below it in English 'Singles'.
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| The Green Door (The right door) |
I had the most amazing chicken Biriani alone at my 'singles table'
Then
I took a longer than expected walk to the 'western supermarket. where I
'scored' some marmite (a 5 year supply in a 50g jar), some vanilla
cola, a coffee mug (as the tea cups here are like egg cups) and a six
pack of non alcoholic malt flavoured beverage (in Becks bottles)...you
never know they could stave off the withdrawal shakes at 3am (after a
whole summer of touring with the band).
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