So, there comes a point on holiday, generally in-and-around Europe, when it’s time for some proper food, by which I mean something spicy to get the juices going. This is both a demand of literal taste, as well as the practical issues of digestion and egestion. Clogged up with all that Euro-fare, as good as the produce may be, tends to be unsustainable after a few days for those of us attuned to a diet of searing curries and gingery-garlicky goodness. For us this means finding a good Indian. There is of course the secondary issue, or advantage, that this search usually entails learning about the local patterns of migration and tastes, offering a familiar point of access into the native terrain.
I love it.