Sunday, July 17, 2005

Don't let Marcus order your food

It was Marcus and Ellen's wedding anniversary on Saturday so a group of us went to the Eel Pie pub in Twickernham to celebrate. Prior to this I had rather foolishly neglected to eat any tea leaving me slightly more susceptible to the frothy wallop than normal. Add to this the lovely evening sun and the convivial company there was a inevitability that the fine Hofbrau Premium would have it's wicked way with my sobriety.

So after a very funny boozy evening Marcus, Ellen, Ali and I find ourselves in the Twickenham Tandoori. Now I'm no expert at Indian food mainly because I don't really like spicy food. I tend to go for a nice mild korma or if I'm really pushing the boat out, perhaps I'll brave a medium chicken curry. However, in my less that focused state I simply couldn't decide on a meal so Marcus very kindly recommended the Garlic Murgh Chilli Masala. Whilst it may be milder than a vindaloo, to me it tasted like the burning fires of hell. But because by this time I was half crazed by hunger I ate every burning mouthful. Of course I totally forgot that if it hurts when it goes in then it sure as heck is going to hurt when it comes out. If only I'd remembered to pop some loo roll in the fridge last night :-(

6 comments:

Ricey said...

Sorry, got to say it. Schoolboy error! Never ever, ever let anyone (especially a mate) order you a curry or kebab etc, they will always try & catch you out.

Mr Ports said...

Ha ha ha. A good point well made, Ricey. Though if I had got The Wife to order me something I would probably have got a Phal :-(

Tony C said...

Don't worry Ports, the strongest thing I'd have ordered for you would have been a Pasanda. I know the pain of which you speak (or is that type) and I sympathise.

A pissed Ports I guess was too tempting a target...

Anonymous said...

And the tabs Ports?

Anonymous said...

Big wuss!

Mr Ports said...

Ha ha. Quite right Marcus.