Bill and I had planned to go to the StarBar on Saturday night to see (or more likely..to hide at the back and cower at) Jim and Joel performing in the one-time only, male burly-esque review, The Dong Squad. However, due to an unforeseen incident at a curry house we spent the time circling Emory Hospital and hoping I wasn’t about to expire. Great.
We made the trip over to Mary and Hank’s that morning as they are moving house in a fortnight and possibly had some stuff they were discarding we might be interested in giving a new home. Bill snagged a pair of black rubber diver’s flippers, a create your own casino night gaming box set, and I scored a few plant pots and some shelves. We also dug up some more of Mary’s garden and took it back with us, thanks Mary.
Lunch was eaten with Mary and Hank at a Gyro bar (for some unknown reason American’s insist on pronouncing “gyro” as “euro”, very odd) and then Bill and I rounded up a very happy Quincy, who didn’t want to leave his cousins and kept running back into the house grinning, for the journey home.
The afternoon was spent at the local rec. centre playing ping pong. I still suck. Moji was lovely as ever and played with me, as did a guy called Moon, while Bill got to play a few of the other guys too. We pinged up a pong in the hot gym and exhausted stopped off for ice cream on the way home.
So, it’s now evening and we’re watching the Cops, Bad Girls Specials on the telly. I fancy a curry and although Bill is scared by the potential new perspectives we’d gain on Jim and Joel, one’s he’d really leave under wraps, we agree that a curry in Little Five Points followed by a night at the StarBar would be fun.
Calcutta Indian Cuisine was quiet when we arrived, only two other tables were occupied and we were soon perusing the menu. Bill opted for Chicken Karahi and I went for the Butter Chicken. On ordering I realised I’d forgotten to check that the meal was nut-free so called the waiter back over to ask. Thus followed the usual strange conversation I seem to get with waiters where upon asking if there are any nuts in my selection I immediately feel like I’ve stopped speaking English and am merely uttering nonsensical strings of syllables.
I had to repeat that I was allergic to nuts and couldn’t eat them a few times before the waiter rattled off a list of the ingredients, stressing that it was butter, tomatoes and some onion. .o0(No, onion is fine..it’s nuts I’m concerned about!) Actually, to be precise the first time I asked about the nuts he had said “yes there were nuts in my meal” and had caused me to begin wanting to reorder, but when I had double checked explaining that I was allergic and couldn’t eat it if it had nuts in it, he assured me that Butter Chicken was nut-free. Anyway, he made no mention of nuts then so I relaxed and thought all was fine and dandy.
Wrong wrong wrong.
Dinner was served and after taking only a few small bites I could feel myself beginning to react. My throat went all scratchy and my lips began to swell up. This was confusing as I’d been told I wouldn’t be eating any nuts so I had no idea what the cause was. Thought I was maybe being paranoid so ate a little more before really beginning to worry.
Soon though even Bill could see that something was wrong. Luckily I had some antihistimine tablets with me, took a couple and started downing water by the jugful. Was really not feeling too good.
When the waiter came over to clear up and ask if everything was okay Bill asked him again about my dish and the guy then clearly said that it was Peanut Butter Chicken. FFS!! He did NOT say that before. If I hadn’t been out of it by this point I’d have been a lot more angry than I was when he apologised and said “sorry, misunderstanding!”
He took the charge for the Butter Chicken off the bill and when I paid I still can’t believe I actually tipped the place. Oh and to make the whole dining experience just perfect, while we were sat in the restaurant a guy hauled the rubbish bin through the dining area and out of the front door. Food hygiene regulations?
We left with me getting woozy and clutching a bottle of water to keep guzzling and Bill decided to just drive on over to the hospital neighbourhood and make sure the anti-histamines were working before going home. We did a couple of loops around the block there before I felt that the tablets were having an effect and the Emergency Room wouldn’t be necessary and then he took me home where I collapsed into bed.
Fabulous night out, simply awesome, must do it again.