young kev was in town with his shorty today, so
we got indian food at a restaurant called the mahraja. it was somewhere near
harvard. i had a hard time finding parking, but when i did, it was the deck
right next to the restaurant. of course i had to order the tikka masala. when
it came out, it was good, but something tasted off. i thought perhaps hit may
have been one of the spices they used for their curry, but then when i broke up
the the protein, it was salmon rather than chicken. they got elly’s order wrong,
so she had an extra chicken tikka. i ate a little from there to finish my meal
and everything was all gravy. i dropped them off at kevin’s friend’s place
afterwards. on the way there, we talked about school, grandpa, and the
differences in culture between the south, the midwest, and the northeast. it’s
always good seeing young kev, that’s my dog for sure.
he’s almost like the little bro i never had frfr.
-ratha, 6:13pm, 11.13.21