Daily Report: Many Languages, Plus Indian

Today was an awful day for work. That was because I spent most of the day hooking up my blog so that people from France, Germany, Italy, Korea, China, Japan and Spain pretty much any place on the planet... except for Thailand... could read my blog. That's right: I, Jil, personally translated every word of my blog into six twelve different languages. Thus it behooves you, my reader, to henceforth read J.I.P. in one of the language choices (other than English) that I have made available for you. Thank you.

This evening it was out with Stan and Mem to (what Stan insists is) Pattaya's best Indian food restaurant. If you go to the big Food Mart grocery store in front of View Talay in Jomtien, and look off to the right in the corner, you'll see it: "Tikka Center."

I don't know the first thing about Indian food, so I have to take Stan's word for it... but Stan knows everything there is to know about anything, and if he says this Indian food is as good as you can get, I believe him.

The prices certainly are nice: Not a single thing on the menu is over 130 baht (except for a family-sized chicken tandoori, and shrimp tandoori).

Since I honestly do not know anything about Indian food (this being only my third time eating Indian), I actually grabbed a take-out menu, and marked off everything I ate.

There was papardum masala, which was a crisp flat bread covered with onions soaked in tomatoes and cinnamon; chicken and mutton samosa, which were deep fried bread patties stuffed with seasoned meat; onion bhaji, described as "deep-fried onion with yellow flour and Indian herbs; a bowl of yogurt sauce, called raita; aloo gobi, which was chopped potatoes and cauliflower cooked in a zesty red sauce; shish kebab; chicken tandoori; saffron rice; and a dish called "chicken butter", which was a chicken in a red sauce, very heavy on the butter.

Anyway, we pigged out, and I lost count of how many glasses of red wine I had.

After that Stan and I went back to his house and watched video tapes of a British sitcom called "Bottoms", while Pui and Mem went off to the Thepprasit night market to go clothes shopping.