Dear Aja and/or Shiva*,
Thank you so much for bringing an Indian restaurant to my little city. It has been SIX YEARS of living here without having the opportunity to leave my house and drive only a short two miles away to a scrumptious Indian restaurant. My only recourse is crappy Indian food out of a can or begging my friends when we visit them in sophisticated cities, like Syracuse, NY and Burlington, Vermont, to go eat at yet another feckin' Indian restaurant. Typically, I would wait many agonizing months before I could taste my favorite, malai kofta, or drink a mango lassi. Do you know how hard it is not to put my face directly into the kofta when it arrives in front of me? It takes a lot of restraint. But now, I don't have to embarrass my husband by shouting with glee my order to the waitress. Is standing on my chair and clapping as I give my order a little too much? No? One of my friends who is an Indian food aficionado plans on frequenting this establishment AS MUCH AS HUMANLY POSSIBLE. And, this lovely place has take-out food too. Seriously, I can feel the drool accumulating at the corner of my mouth. Damn I'm sophisticated!
There are only a few issues that need to be worked out like the waiter knowing which entrée is what but whatever. At least the food was placed in front of me and I could PUT IT IN MAH BELLEH! If you live in Northwestern Pennsylvania and have been jonesing for some Indian food, check at the Raj Mahal. Actually, I command you to eat there at least twice a
day month so that they restaurant is successful and I can eat there forever and ever the end.
The Fretful One