Feeling hot, hot, hot …
I expect you’re imagining this is going to be yet another post about our fabulous new fire aren’t you?
Sorry to disappoint – we’ve bought coal, and the fire is fabulous.
Having been away from Barry since Friday, we decided we’d treat ourselves to a night out yesterday, rather than sit in front of our respective laptops all evening. We’d discovered Stourbridge is a rather lovely little town, so went out for dinner.
I’d suggested ‘pub grub’. Nothing fancy, just something cheap and cheerful that would save me from cooking and give us a chance to reconnect. It’s getting a bit strange so much coming and going. And it’s not going to change any time soon …
We thought ‘The Talbot‘ could be ideal. It looked like such a pleasant British pub from the outside.
The furnishings were fine. Rather pleasant in fact. However, the atmosphere was eerily quiet, and rather frosty. Not a whisper of acknowledgment of our presence. No “hello”, “good evening”, “we’ll be with you in a minute”. Not even a nod of the head. And worst of all they didn’t have any ale on.
So we walked out. No-one batted an eyelid. Not that there were many lids present to bat!
Walking further up the High Street in the drizzle, we weren’t sure what we’d find. Then some coloured lights caught our attention. Just a doorway, nothing to predict what was in wait.
A couple around our age then walked in the door and said it was a really good restaurant. Barry loves a spicy Indian curry, and they had this amazing deal that looked far too good to be true. So we took the plunge and entered ‘Tropical Spice‘.
It turned out to be one of the finest Indian meals we’ve ever had. Not a posh place, wallpaper obviously fitted by people who have no idea about ‘pattern matching’, but fabulous service, and the most delicious four-course meal for £6.95 each!
We’d suspected the portion sizes would be small considering the price, but that was definitely not the case.
Barry and his brothers have this ‘thing’ about hot curries. Whenever we went out for one in NZ, they’d ask for theirs to be HOT, very hot, seriously hot. Rarely did the dish come as hot as they liked.
Barry chose the lamb Vindaloo last night, after asking the waiter how hot it was. “Very hot”, was his response. Barry was doubtful.
He was right – the waiter that is!
So Peter and Ray, here’s the challenge. Come to England and try a REALLY HOT curry in Stourbridge.
Oh, and the fire’s been on most of the day today – it’s such a delightfully warm boat. Not too hot, not too cold. Just perfect 😉