“””And they eat goats!!!”””
My wife, Philly born and raised former pro cellist, took her red neck lite husband to an Indian restaurant one evening to expand my waistline, I guess.
Very fine dining, white linen, crisp napkins, but the food was served buffet style.
I scooped out some goat hair side up and other spicy goodies, and at my first bite declared “Man this beef is guuuud!”
Out of the corner of my eye I spied the waiter giggle to himself and thought well he thinks I’m a stupid American, though really I had just made a Dr. Fraudian slip.
I went back for seconds. Made him laugh again. ‘Cause that’s just the kinda guy I am.
p.s. Maybe you know.
What do they call Indian food in India?
Food?
Bagster
Three of us went to lunch with our Indian friend, not an Indian place, and she ordered the Beet Reuben and the rest of us were like, WHAT?!?!