Me: I’ll have the Chicken Masala
Host: Are you sure?
Me: Yes
Host: It’s spicy
Me: I know
Host: OK, have a seat
With that, I took a seat in the local restaurant.The place had plastic tables that wobbled. Advertisements for Coke and local drinks were the wall paper. The TV had on cricket. Everyone was looking at the white guy; that’ll be me.
The food came and all in red. The chicken looked like it was ripped apart. The rotti was steaming. Mixed in the chicken were fried green peppers, onions and red peppers. Everyone was looking at me and talking under their breath. It was the most uncomfortable dinner yet. Me, alone, in a local eatery.
It was spicy and amazing. There were so many spices and flavours clashing about. The rotti was enough to take the heat away.
All still looked at me and stared. It was great. I paid my bill of $4.00 CDN and left. It was uncomfortable but worth it.