An Ode to Curry.

O Curry, all hot and spicy,

why do I love you so....

God, I wish I could write poetry. The Belgians love their Whitlof, we British love our Currys. The first Indian resturant in England opened in 1815, I'm afraid I dont know when the first Witlof resturant opened in Belgium but it was probably around the same period. My name is Mike and I'm addicted to Curry. I had my first curry in the early 1970's, I can remember the journey to Gants Hill from our home in Enfield quite clearly. My first ever Curry was a Madras, so I started spicy at an early age. In my 20's I needed something spicier so I started eating Vindaloos and by the time I was 30 I was eating Phals. For anyone who doesn't know what a Phal is then imagine eating one of those things a fire-eater puts in his mouth while it's still on fire, it's as hot as that. I never really had a problem with Phals, but my lips did. If I could have lain on my back and had Indian waiters drop the food into my mouth like a Roman Senator then I would have. But I don't think my usual £2 tip at the end of a meal would have covered it. And I didn't like to ask, anyway. I had to stop eating Phals when my taste buds left for less spicier climes. I went cold turkey. Not all of my taste buds could be tempted back but enough have returned for me to enjoy a Jalfrezi whenever we visit England.

Oh Curry, so hot and spicy,

why do I love you so?

is it because you taste so nicey,

or becau......damn, I wish I could write poetry!

Thursday night is a Curry night in our house!

Bring it on!!