Taste Of India

okay. please allow me to explain that i am not a very worldly person.  but i've always wanted to be.
"[mr zebra], do you think you're a worldly person?"
"i dunno. what do you think? ..you don't think you're a worldly person?"
"no, but i've always wanted to be."
"me, too."
so, forgive me if i am completely horrible at all of this. most of the time, i'll probably have no idea what i'm eating most of the time, nor how to pronounce it. mr zebra is good at that stuff, but it doesn't much help me here. anyway..

tonight, we went to Taste Of India in West Hartford, CT. we thought it be a good place to start because we both have dabbled in indian food in the past. by dabbled, i mean, i followed instructions on what to take from a buffet and he and i both once grabbed some in a mall in Providence, RI.

we started with this mix of appetizers. all the description said was "a mix of vegetarian and non vegetarian appetizers." thanks for the help, Taste Of India. so, it sort of went as follows.
onion clump. which was, decidedly, an indian version of a bloomin' onion. ha. it was completely different than that, really, but very delicious.
potato/spinach clump. also very delicious. but neither of us know if it really contained potato or spinach.
meat-filled wanton-like thing. can i explain it any better? well, it had peas in it, too. not too exciting of a snack, but we enjoyed it.
vegetable/potato-filled wanton-like-thing. see above. also, it may not have been potato.
chicken-like finger. i'd imagine getting this at a drive through. and it was quite good dipped in that sweetish red sauce you see pictured.
potato patty? again, it may not have been potato. i honestly have no idea what i was consuming. but, we compared it to a shepherd's pie lacking meat and in patty-like form. again, very delicious. but it only came with one so we had to split it.

i'm sure any food connoisseur hates me right now.

 i was saddened a bit by mr zebra's choice of dinner. it's the same thing he had at the mall. bad way of celebrating the New Year's Revolution, especially at our first stop. but, what can i say? he knows what he likes.  Chicken Tikkamasalla.
"it was good, if boring. it was bland. it was good, i mean, you tasted it. it was sweet, delicious, but bland."
and that's that. i did enjoy the bit that i had. obviously this, and mine were eaten over rice.

"you're right. i should have gotten a more exciting.. thing. to eat."

Rogan Josh. not be be confused with groban, josh. it was actually delicious lamb. with some spices and brown sauce. still don't know what that white drip was. but, i'd get it again and be happy. however, if we were to go back, i'd get something else. because i'm adventurous like that.

that, my friends, was one choice of dessert. Gulab Jaman. described as 'cheese ball dipped in syrup.' um. well. pancake. that's the best explanation i've got for that. i don't understand what makes it a cheese ball. it was warm, which, i guess, surprised me. sort of like i expected something.. but i don't know what that something was.

and that. well. that was the other dessert. Ras Malai. 'homemade creamcheese patties served in sweet cream sauceflavored with cardamon and garnished with pistachio' (please note, it was written as is. "sauceflavored" which made us both laugh a bit). hmm. how could i explain this one? a cold, milky.. sponge. "that's exactly what it was." again, i don't understand where there cheese comes in to play. "neither of them tasted like cheese. at all. it's ridiculous." i'm sure it's just that we have no concept of this food at all. it was cold. and once you chewed (ie; squeezed) the sweet miky goodness out, it was just dry and bland-cookie-like-sponge in your mouth.
i wanted to go with the other dessert, which consisted of something like milk and rice and fruits and raisins. but mr zebra vetoed that. i'm not going to listen to him anymore.

on the way out, there was something that looked like birdseed in a bowl. it had a spoon and it was next to the toothpicks. so, i tried it. somehow, a mass of what looked like different things all tasted like black licorice. i HATE black licorice. and i couldn't get all of the little seeds out of my mouth. but, anyway, it was an experience.

all and all, it was a great evening. there was a lot of laughter (especially in the 20 minutes we were waiting for someone to come over to find out if/what we wanted for dessert. ah, well. would i eat this food again? in a heartbeat. at this place in particular, probably not. there are plenty of other places to experiment with.
"[mr zebra], what did you think of the experience?"
"i thought it was good. that's all. um. it was a good time! see i sound like an idiot when you type it out like that.. the food was good and, yeah, we had a good time. i think you said it all."

and that, friends, is the end.