August 1st 2017
Today we went for dinner at a curry house to celebrate Alice’s dad’s 59th birthday. There’s a curry house down the round from our house, and this is the second time we’ve been there in the last week. It’s real good. I did something that I’ve always wanted to do, and asked the waiter for a recommendation.
“I’m thinking medium heat with chicken,” I said. “What would you recommend?”
I don’t know why I’ve always wanted to do that, but I have. I guess I just don’t like the idea of being that classic English bloke who orders a Tikka Massala with Pilau rice. (three of our party of six ordered a Tikka Massala)
“Do you have any allergies?” the waiter asked, and I shook my head. “If you like nuts, I’d recommend the Kasturi Chicken. It’s not too spicy but has lots of flavour from the nuts.”
At this point I didn’t have the guts to say that I don’t really like nuts, so I just went ahead with it. That’s probably the reason that I don’t normally order based on recommendations, because I’m so damn fussy that whatever they recommend I probably won’t like anyway.
But tonight, I just went with it. And, to his credit, he nailed the recommendation. The Kasturi was brilliant. It was spicyish, but it was spicy for flavour rather than just for the sake of it. And that’s what I like.
There’s no real reason to be afraid of asking the waiter what’s good. I worked as a waiter for six years, it happened to me all the time and it wasn’t a problem. It’s just being the other way round in that situation – being sat down – makes it weird.
But, my food was lovely, so there’s clearly merit in this plan.
Until tomorrow, what would you recommend?