On New Years Eve 1999 I made Noel go with me to Shalimar a curry dive in SF in the tenderloin. You have to order at the counter and then try to grab a table before your order is ready. It's always packed because the food is great, so it's a big accomplishment when you finally sit down. And on new years eve there were these two groups in front of us: a crippled lady with her daughter, and a man with his wife in a black floor-length burqa with just the eye vent. At some point the man and the burqa lady cut in front of the crippled lady and her daughter, and the daughter laid in to the man: you're so religious you cut in front of a crippled old lady you keep your wife in a sack you're such a great and holy man... eventually we got a table. The waiter said it's almost your new year. On your calendar, happy new year. And then y2k was just a thing.
The other night we were snowed in and our neighbors invited us to curry at their house. John grew up in Pakistan, in Lahore, where the owners of Shalimar are from. Completely great having that kind of curry, that kind of company.
& the Barenjaeger.
2 comments:
lovely to share with friends
gastronomic delights
& crazy kiddos
completely
xo
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