DTR, III
Throughout the day the wind blew and the rain fell, but it did not detract from anything. In fact, I think I mentioned that seeing some of these sights in this extreme weather seems to heighten the effect.
But the evening was indoors, so the weather was immaterial. We were all invited to dinner at a Rotarian’s restaurant, voted one of the best Indian restaurants in the UK. Taj, actually now owned by Dish Uppal Singh’s brother, provided a night to remember. And, as Jason noted, there was a big surprise for the rest of us when Dish, who is hosting Melissa and Adrienne, brought those two into the restaurant dressed in his daughter-in-law’s clothes. They looked terrific, and we should have some pictures up soon.Â
The dishes came fast and from all sides, and we’ll have to post a link to the menu to provide you with proper descriptions. Needless to say, it was all wonderful. Advice from Dish about how you, too, can get this result in your next Indian restaurant visit: Just tell the waiter, “Please us.” Don’t even bother with the menu!
This wasn’t a quick meal, and most people might have called it a night at the end and headed home. Bill had a nice bag of leftovers that he was taking back with his host, Henry Pimental, but we all trooped up the street to an Irish pub to see if there might be any music being performed. Of course there was, but the musicians were still setting up, and Mike knew one (”Last time I spoke with that fellow he sold me a wheelbarrow.”), so there were some introductions and pretty soon we had a table of 8-10 with glasses of Guiness all around and Jason tuning the borrowed guitar and doing some mike checks.Â
Then, with a very modest introduction (Hi, I’m Jason) he took over the room. On the first song, Amy, feet were tapping, and on the second whole tables were mouthing the words and singing along. The homeboys gave him a third round, and he got a great hand from his entourage and everyone else in the place. It was a great ending to a great day.
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