I admit it, I am a bit of an indiaphile. I do a fair amount of indian cooking, I own a salwar kameez, I've technicolor reveries about indian street food. And as a former, some might say veteran waitress at Bombay Cuisine, I won't really eat there. This means my trip today to India Town, which you may know as India House, was long overdue. Herm and I switch on and off buying lunch when I work, and the "what do we eat" conversation usually goes "XO? Maggies? Grand Central?" Herm tries to give me his order which is always moot, cause I know exactly what he wants anywhere we go. When intern-Sam was with us I knew his order too. I'd make a great personal assistant. On the phone with India Town I didnt know what was on the menu so I asked for a masala subzi-ish dish, and the guy says "how you know subzi?" I told him, and when I got to the restaurant he called me "Miss Bombay Cuisine." Then we had a lovely little chat about how Balwinder sucks and how their lamb is much too salty. I may or may not have indulged in a movie too. The meal was pricy, but thats sort of my fault as I ordered too much naan, not realizing it was $2 each. I was happy to see how veggie meals were $8.99-$10.99 instead of $15 like at Bohemian Cookout. The whole ride home in the car I sang "yum yum yum, yummy yummy food, gonna eat it all, gonna eat it soon," etc. I was so excited I missed the exit and had to fuck about with Pearl. Food was quite tasty. I had a chicken Vindaloo which I would have been more pleased with if it had a more pronounced tamarind flavor. As it was, it lacked a clear tartness that I look for in a vindaloo. Its color seemed pale as well, more like a tomato-based dish. The chicken and potatos, however, were tender and well spiced. Herm's veggie curry was great, with a fresh and distinct vegetable flavor and a cohesive sauce that bound it pleasently together, and an appealing dose of cumin. Lunch today was one of the most satisfying meals I have had in weeks, and hungover as I was it was a bit like god smiling and petting my hair, telling me everything was going to be ok. And later I get to watch Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Gham and sing along in broken faux-hindi. Cant wait.