The Vengeful Vindaloo

We are approaching the end of the week, and I realized that we had only one more dinner left in Derby.  England isn’t particularly noted for its food (beyond Shepherd’s Pie and Fish & Chips), but they excel in the quality of their Indian restaurants.  And if you think the English like their food bland, that doesn’t apply to here.  So after stopping by the Flower Pot for a Titanic Nautical Mild and the Alexandra for a Burton Bridge Moorish Mild (both on cask), we headed over to the Shalimar restaurant for a “last meal.”

Shalimar is where I had taken Jenn a couple of years back, and it is right down the street from a fancier spot.  I liked Shalimar better in that they weren’t militant about putting my napkin out on my lap and I wasn’t being asked every 2 minutes how everything was at the table.  After I started with my standard favorite, Mulligatawny Soup (delicious by the way) I decided to be brave (not necessarily smart) and order their spiciest menu item, their Lamb Vindaloo.  It was really tasty, but boy did it burn.  It didn’t help that I wasn’t use to the Indian spices.  It made my ears sweat.  We left and went to our favorite pub in Derby, the Brunswick Inn.  I tried the Burton Bridge Dear Boy Bitter, but I really couldn’t enjoy it.  My mouth was on fire, my body was still sweating, and my stomach hurt.  So for my last night in Derby, I had to make an early evening of it, got some milk and headed back to the hotel room.

Not what I planned for my last night in Derby, but it is what it is.  I was still sweating the next morning.  And although I don’t want to turn this into a rhyme, my only advice to you is to stay away from the Vindaloo! – 5782/10760

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