I remember checking into a motel and smelling curry cooking in the back.
I like a good fish head or salmon curry.
I remember checking into a motel and smelling curry cooking in the back.
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Ahh. The Patel Motel.
Been there.
“...and smelling curry cooking in the back.”
In my third-ring suburb of the Twin Cities, all you need to do is ride the bus downtown to/from work. rarely a day goes by where you wont smell curry on someone sitting near you.
I once ascended 2 flights of stairs in a crappy apartment building in Seattle.
Each step brought forth a new odor so powerful that I alternated between wanting to breathe through my mouth so I wouldn’t have to smell it then wanting to breathe through my nose so I would not have to taste the odors.
Curry was one of the stair steps. Urine was another.