Snookums and I ordered from Curry King again last night. It’s an Indian takeout joint in Fulham that we just discovered. The food’s okay, not the greatest, but get this: the delivery guy that comes to your door wears a tuxedo! The first time we ordered from them last week we were like, “Whaaaa-?” But then there he was again last night, as dapper as before, handing over our Chicken Jalfrezi and Chicken Balti. We’ve decided that we’re willing to trade food quality for such a surreal experience.
Important Note
This site features content going all the way back to 2000. The posts you’ll read reflect my views and writing style at the time. While I have gone back to clean up a few of them, I think it’s important not to sanitise too much. This site is a record of who I am and how I’ve grown. Any blog post written years ago may not reflect who I am today, nor how I would write about the same topic today.