I'm in my early 50's and to my embarrassment I must admit I've never had an Indian meal before. I had a lot of trouble with IBS when I was younger and was told to stay off hot spicey food.
Anyhoo a couple who we go out with on a weekend persuaded me (whilst under the influence of alcohol) that it would be a good idea to go out and try an Indian meal, as there was loads of choice and I didn't nessecarily have to go for a hot curry.
So, to cut a long story short, we had the starter, poppadoms and pickle stuff, not too bad, but one of the green pickle things tasted like camphor oil!
Then we had a tandoori mixed kebab, very nice, no real problem so far. Main meal was chicken bhuna, lovely, really enjoyed it with some nan bread. All washed down with Cobra beer and a few bottles of vino collapso.
Went to another bar and finished off with a couple of pints of Stella. Lovely evening was had by all. Why on earth did I wait so long to do this I thought.
But wait, there's more.......... 2.a.m comes around and my wife is projectile vomitting for 3 hours and I'm frightened to move in case I do the same. Next morning, when I had plucked up the courage to leave my bed, I spent most of the day on the toilet (thank God for my Nintendo DS Lite or I would have been very bored in there)!
So the moral of the story is, when the doctor tells you not to eat spicey food, take his advice, or suffer the consequences!
Anyhoo a couple who we go out with on a weekend persuaded me (whilst under the influence of alcohol) that it would be a good idea to go out and try an Indian meal, as there was loads of choice and I didn't nessecarily have to go for a hot curry.
So, to cut a long story short, we had the starter, poppadoms and pickle stuff, not too bad, but one of the green pickle things tasted like camphor oil!
Then we had a tandoori mixed kebab, very nice, no real problem so far. Main meal was chicken bhuna, lovely, really enjoyed it with some nan bread. All washed down with Cobra beer and a few bottles of vino collapso.
Went to another bar and finished off with a couple of pints of Stella. Lovely evening was had by all. Why on earth did I wait so long to do this I thought.
But wait, there's more.......... 2.a.m comes around and my wife is projectile vomitting for 3 hours and I'm frightened to move in case I do the same. Next morning, when I had plucked up the courage to leave my bed, I spent most of the day on the toilet (thank God for my Nintendo DS Lite or I would have been very bored in there)!
So the moral of the story is, when the doctor tells you not to eat spicey food, take his advice, or suffer the consequences!
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