I really did love most of the food in India. It was alternately amusing and annoying to watch my Indian meal companions fretting about how I would react to the spice levels. Personally, I found none of the food overly hot. Spices were used appropriately. There were even a few things where I could have taken a bit more. My Indian friends and colleagues are probably not used to Americans handling indigenous flavors very well.
I was only served beef once, in biryani at a place in Kerala. I did not like it. The meat was overcooked for
I bring up the subject of beef because on my homeward journey I gave in to the temptation and visited…
I just had to try it: a Burger King, in India! Unlike the restaurant I mentioned above, this one has no beef on the menu. I selected the Mutton Whopper. Sadly, I cannot recommend it. The fries, however, were delicious.
I would skip #Caturday this week, had my furbabies not granted me a rare vision. They have seldom allowed us to see the cat tree with both of them settled on it, not since they were tiny kittens.
