: Sat Dec 02, 2006 8:28 am
Myself, Tigertot, Bullseye and AP went for a few sherberts at the Fighting Cock and then on for a curry at an unknown restaurant up the road (go up the hill and turn left and its on your left) last night.
Here's my thoughts.
I realised I'd been to this place a couple of years back at dinnertime and had one of their 'Iranian' specialities - a naan bread covered in salad and a sikh kebab with mint sauce and chilli sauce. That was pretty nice, but I'd never been back since - mainly because the colleague I'd gone there with had taken such a circuitous route to get there I had no idea where I was.
On to last night. I had a potato samosa which was lovely: nice bit of salad with it and gorgeous pastry, really soft and slightly flaky. 9/10
For the main dish I was a bit spoiled for choice but fancied a veggie option so had a daal and gourd dish (the long, green, knobbly skinned bitter gourd whose name I don't remember). Dishes came in medium or large portions but there was too much even in a medium dish, so I guess the large are to share. They also came in mild, medium or hot. I chose medium. The dish was very well made and very fresh, with pieces of fresh ginger in there as well as a vast amount of green chillis. Flavour wise it would have made a really good side dish but as a stand alone it became a bit 'samey' after a while and was incredibly hot - the thought of what a hot option would be like there is frightening. Net result I didn't finish it all (but I wasn't alone in that). 7/10
They, strangely, didn't do chapatis but instead did some very nice rotis. 8/10
Place itself was clean and functional - just as it should be.
The menu choice was wide - the family on the next table had some really good looking (and smelling) grilled meats and fish and if the mood took you you could even order the likes of 'sheep's trotters'.
Cutlery was offered and, I regret to say,
used by one of our party. I won't name names for the sake of his family as I know his sister reads this board, but lets just call him 'Dullseye'.
That was the meal but the after effects need mention to. If under the age of 18 or of a sensitive disposition, read no further.
Straight after the meal my stomach had swelled to the proportions of the Hindenburg/R101 (and any puncture near a naked flame would have resulted in similar catastrophic results). I could also feel the chilli burn.
I woke at 6.40am this morning with a sudden 'urge'. I made my way calmly but quickly to the bathroom and went about my business. Normally when a human releases such a bountiful burden they have the assistance of leg stirrups, gas & air and a midwife brandishing some forceps. I had no such help but bravely 'self delivered' before making an emergency call to warn Yorkshire Water of what was heading their way.
At 7am I realised it was twins and whilst the first had been big, this one was without doubt the evil twin - a foul mix of semi solid and gas. Upon witnessing the putrid stench and porcelain carnage I knew with certainty that there can be no God.
Since then I've been playing a dangerous game of anal Russian roulette - never quite sure whether the latest tightening of the sphincter heralds the release of gas, licquid or solid.
Like I said - it was very, very hot.
