Another week down.
In a month I will be preparing to return. Though this is a nice apartment and life is good, I'll be pleased to get back. Today it was sunny but really cold. For the first time I actually wore a thick top. This weekend will be a lazy one, some shopping and buying of tickets for next weekend.
Tonight I convinced G to go with me to Nermal's. Nermal's is an Indian restaurant on the corner of our block run by Mrs Nermal Gupta, who is something of a legend in the local restaurant community having been here for many years, and who refuses to follow the crowd, doing what she wishes and thus creating a unique restaurant.
Also the food is really, really good. The best peshwar naan I have ever had, and best chicken tikka masala as well, and those who know me know I have had a lot of chicken tikka masala. Admittedly it was probably milder than I would normally have it, but the layers of flavour more than made up for that.
Mrs. Gupta is something special. She sells you her food, not in that pushy way that was so annoying when we were actually in India, but more so than most restaurants. When she tried to sell us on her ice-cream, I was disappointed to have to say no because I was already so full.
Then she came round and asked if we'd like to buy a raffle ticket! I would have been quite capable of saying "no thanks" until she said it was for the Down's Syndrome Association. So now I have a chance to win £5000 on the 14th December.
I came away feeling warm, full, and mildly buzzy from the Kingfisher, a good way to start a restful weekend.
Tonight I convinced G to go with me to Nermal's. Nermal's is an Indian restaurant on the corner of our block run by Mrs Nermal Gupta, who is something of a legend in the local restaurant community having been here for many years, and who refuses to follow the crowd, doing what she wishes and thus creating a unique restaurant.
Also the food is really, really good. The best peshwar naan I have ever had, and best chicken tikka masala as well, and those who know me know I have had a lot of chicken tikka masala. Admittedly it was probably milder than I would normally have it, but the layers of flavour more than made up for that.
Mrs. Gupta is something special. She sells you her food, not in that pushy way that was so annoying when we were actually in India, but more so than most restaurants. When she tried to sell us on her ice-cream, I was disappointed to have to say no because I was already so full.
Then she came round and asked if we'd like to buy a raffle ticket! I would have been quite capable of saying "no thanks" until she said it was for the Down's Syndrome Association. So now I have a chance to win £5000 on the 14th December.
I came away feeling warm, full, and mildly buzzy from the Kingfisher, a good way to start a restful weekend.