That is Julia and me at Panna II in New York, the most interesting restaurant I have ever been to in my life. Just good ol' fashioned Indian food at a decent price, nothing special about that, but the tiny space with room for maybe twenty cramped diners is covered floor to ceiling with every garish decoration known to man. The entire ceiling is hidden by hanging chili-pepper lights which dangle so low even average height people have to duck to avoid them. All this to a soundtrack of Indian pop and dance music. I described it at the time as being what I would imagine an "Indian party bus" must be like. It was truly amazing.And then the lights went out...
Disco ball! Flashing lights! Crazier Indian Song! Clapping!
Best stupid birthday restaurant thingee ever.
Keep on Tranglin,
Anthony
2 comments:
I find that Indian joints follow a law of inverse proportions that goes as such. The shittier the service the better the food. Every place I have been too that has had amazing food also had employees that couldn't give a fuck if you kicked off in the booth.
:)
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