Well, Patrick has informed me that I've chosen an inaccurate title for this entry. Apparently, in England, "Curry Night" actually refers to a bunch of lads going out for booze and curry and throwing up together afterwards.

So--many apologies for those who are doomed to be disappointed. I did have one shot of Bailey's, but that was as far as it got.

We went out tonight with two couples we're friends with. It was our first trip to Bradford, which is famous for good Indian restaurants, and we headed out to one that was recommended by the Bradford Curry Club. (Yes, they do have a website, but I'm not sure what the URL is--it's available through google.co.uk, though!) The Spice Garden was lovely. My Palak Paneer was so good. I ate so, so much. For the next hour, my stomach felt good only when I moved very, very slowly. We drove back home and stopped off at the local pub on the way.

I love living in England.