One thing led to another and Ravi told me his brother and sister-in-law owned an identical Indian restaurant with the same name in Nashua, New Hampshire! CLICK HERE to visit
the website.
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"I'll be in Nashua tomorrow. I work at my son's house every Friday and Saturday. We're finishing his large basement. I know he likes Indian food. Maybe we'll try it."
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My son loves all different foods and he's a tremendous cook taking after Kathy. He's always trying to get me to try new foods and flavors. That said, he doesn't push too hard because he's respectful of
my diet.
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Just a month ago we were talking at lunch and he was busting my chops about how timid I am with food. He was encouraging me to take my taste buds on a walk on the wild side.
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It's important to realize that within minutes of the phone call, Ravi and I made a psychic connection. This doesn't happen with many people I talk to, but it has happened on more occasions than
I can remember.Â
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After all, I'm an extrovert and love talking to people. It drives Kathy crazy, because she's an introvert. I talk to strangers on elevators. It's a game I play. That's a story for another day.
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After the phone call, Ravi and I were texting. He told me to reach out to him if I decided to visit his brother's restaurant.
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The next thing I did was text my son letting him know about this restaurant. I wanted to see if he had patronized it.
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A strong feeling welled up inside of me encouraging me to try out this restaurant.
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"I was thinking we might try this place tomorrow. Can you look at the menu and see if there's something I might be able to
tolerate?"
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Minutes later my son got back, "Wow! I'm super excited you're going to try Indian food! I suggest we get two garlic naan, chicken dum biryani and a mango lassi. I'll try the goat biryani."
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I shook my head reading his text. What the heck were those things?
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Whatever... I'm sure I'll
survive.
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Something inside of me screamed to share this with Ravi. I texted him the selections to let him know we were going to his brother's place.
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Ravi told me to text him when I pulled into the parking lot. I thought the reason for this was to remind his brother that I didn't want my food too spicy.Â
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I was
wrong.
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I walk into the clean and pleasant restaurant and went up to the counter. The store manager approached me and handed me a plastic bag with all the food.
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"But I didn't even place my order!"
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"No worries. Ravi let us know what to make. Enjoy."
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"How much
do I owe you?"
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"Nothing. Thanks for coming and we hope you like the food."
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A young woman then handed me a plastic cup filled with what looked like thick liquid butter. I tried to disguise my grimace. Yuck - who wants to drink thick BUTTER?
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Minutes later I was back at my son's house. We opened everything
and started to dig in. I took the below photos.
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"Dad, you need to try this mango lassi. It's AMAZING!"
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He had poured the thick concoction into two small glasses. It took everything I had to take a sip.
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