Mike G wrote:
A frightening amount of food was ordered-- I think we were fine with the food for 7 or 8 I ordered for the first 5 people, but then when I ordered for the next 4, it got out of hand--
Yes, it was like an episode of I Love Lucy. They just kept on bringing more and more plates of broasted chicken. I tried to eat them all, but after a while, well it got faster and faster. Mr. Khan looked at me, I was shoving pieces of expertly fried, spicy chicken in my mouth like a chipmuck in November. Finally, I took to putting them in my pockets. Now, the whole Bungalow smells like burning tandoor embers.
And the funny thing, the funny thing, is that the food that kept on coming was the vegetables. Who got the idea tha Khan was about vegetables. I mean it's not like the old days when we needed something for Kerensa. This is Khan, bastion of meat. And the funny thing, funnier thing?, the funnier thing is a lof of those vegetables were pretty darn good (I skipped the okra because I had to keep up with the broasted chicken), but I really liked the dal and the cauliflower.
Fun meeting Angela and seeing Wyatt and all the usual fun crowd. Thanks for setting this up Mike.
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