It must have been thinking about the Shahi Nehari dinner I can't go to tonight that got me in the mood for Indian food. In my northwest corner of the loop, that means the New Larosh, a place I'd been once and sworn off forever, but I knew others held more favorable impressions.
Well, I can't tell if it's closed because the Health Department wasn't allowed in (red sticker on the door) or if the Health Department wasn't let in because it was closed, but it's closed. A drift of newspapers and junk mail against the door.
Not really a loss.