Earlier this week I had my first ever Indian meal. That’s right, it’s taken me 44 years to be dragged to an Indian restaurant! And, if I’m completely honest, I wasn’t kicking and screaming on the way there. I was actually looking forward to seeing what all the fuss was about. Bring it on!
Those of you that know me, know that I’m a fussy eater. You wouldn’t think so looking at me but for the majority of my life I’ve been a meat and potatoes guy, only. Nothing fancy, ever, no veg and do I look like someone who eats salad? A meal out with me is usually at a steakhouse and although I have been to Chinese restaurants in the past, that would only be for a chicken omelette, ribs, or the preferred option of chicken, chips and gravy. Roll your eyes now!
Many people have tried to drag me to an Indian but nobody has ever succeeded until this week. I bit the bullet and agreed to give it a go and I’m delighted that I did!
Admittedly the highlight of the evening was the garlic and cheese Naan bread, something which I shouldn’t be eating on a Low Carb lifestyle but f*** me, it was AMAZING! I opted for meat, plenty of meat, but I really enjoyed the sauces that complimented my meal.
We went to the Sarita Indian Restaurant in Albir, Spain and it was a wise choice. Not only was the food amazing but so were the staff. The waitress was bantering with me throughout the evening after I had declared that it was my first time to an Indian and that I was a wuss when it came to hot and spicy foods. I told her to make sure anything I ordered was “as bland as f***!”. When she served my meal she quipped: “There’s nothing to be scared of. It’ll be alright!”. She was great.
It was a refreshing change from steak or a mixed grill so I’m really glad that I was persuaded to come out of my comfort zone.
Will I be going back? Too right I will. I can’t wait!