Tonight, I suddenly wanted to eat Indian. So I dragged Polo along to India Garden, one of the best Indian restaurants in Pittsburgh, located in Oakland. By the time we got there, we were all sweaty from hiking in the humid weather. Fortunately, it was air-conditioned inside.

I ordered a rose lassi and strangely enough, it was so filling that after finishing one half, I felt so full. My main dish arrived and the server said, \”Chicken Tikka Masala.\” I was startled for a moment and asked another server to come back to tell me what the dish was. He simply looked at my bowl and said \”chicken tikka masala.\”

I nodded and said, \”Ok, that\’s not what I ordered. I ordered the chicken shanidfljfldjfldkaaaka.\”

Ok, so i didn\’t know how to prounouce the dish I ordered. Then the server seemed a little annoyed as he went over and bought over a menu. I had trouble looking at what the menu said…and had to lean way over to read. I finally said number 63. Then another server came along and said, \”that looks like chicken tikka masala.\” Yet another server came and watched, who later added (helpfully) \”Both 63 and 66 are the same.\”

I felt slightly embrassed now, but I wanted to know what my dish was before I dived into it. The server ordered me to see what was on the bottom of the bowl. \”Dig beneath and see if there are bell peppers.\”

So I reluctantly showed him that there were no bell peppers. He leaned back and said with satisfaction, \”That is what you ordered. He wouldn\’t have known the difference between the two dishes.\”

I mumbled my thanks.