Approaching the corner of Laurel Canyon & Ventura Boulevards, I noticed the weekly gathering of Friday night moonbats huddled together against the chill wind blowing in from Washington, armed with the requisite No War for Oil and ImpeachChimpyMcBushCoHitlerTheBabyKillerWhoHatesBlackPeople protest signs along with various other anti-Semitic catchphrases. As I turned the corner, I decided to show my solidarity by flashing the Hawaiian Good Luck Sign before driving off in a puff of global warming gooeyness.
My daily crushing of dissent having been accomplished, I deftly pulled alongside the restaurant’s curbside valet where I was immediately greeted by a very nice immigranty-looking man who seemed to enjoy performing one of the many horrific jobs that teenagers of rich white liberals refuse to do. Thank you, nice immigranty man.
Entering the restaurant in my usual 5-10mins fashionably-late, checking-your-watch, “it was the traffic, really” rush, I was looking forward to a haughty dinner of ethnic food and political commentary held forth by three racist, jewey, whitey people.
I greeted Stepperg with a Happy Birthday hug and attempted the same with Cuchieddie but instead was welcomed with a…
...“yeahwhateverlet’seatalreadyforchrissakeswhatthehellareweordering?” something, something…
Seems that Cuchieddie has been on the smoking wagon for going on seven weeks now. Other than a few telltale bite marks on the top of his wrists, he seemed to be in relatively good spirits.
[All kidding aside, Cuchieddie...I’m so proud and happy for you. Way to go buddy!]
Oh, and I almost forgot....I also brought along a birfday gift from Sondra for Stepperg that I’d hand-wrapped myself in the most beautiful wrapping paper and bow money could buy. Really...you should’ve seen it. Just lovely.
After catching up for awhile and scheduling our next meeting of the San Fernando Valley Chapter of None of the Above Exploratory Committee 2008, we decided to delve into the menu. Cuchieddie couldn’t make heads or tails of it, so I was nominated to order everything except one chicken dish that Stepperg would select.
Our final selections were:
Vegetarian Pakora
Chicken Tikka
Lamb Masala
Lamb Korma
Basmati Rice
Paratha
Kingfisher Beer (though Stepperg went with a glass of white wine)
Everything was delicious as per usual and the service, top-notch. I really love this family-run restaurant and have never had a bad meal here. It also has a very nice romantic atmosphere (unless you get seated next to three obnoxiously loud conservatives) and is an excellent place for couples in search of a quiet dinner. Though if you’re like me, you may have a very hard time reading the small print on the menu in such dim light. I highly recommend bringing one of those little keychain flashlight thingies.
Don’t laugh, you’ll thank me when you aren’t forced into whipping out those embarrassing bifocals in front of your date.
Overall rating for Great India Cafe: A+
