India Queen

Last night, my housemate, my partner, and two friends ordered out Indian food using the restaurant's web site:

http://www.indiaqueen.net

It was a shambles. Upon placing the order, which totalled around $80, the site said they would call in about 15 minutes to confirm the order. The only call we got was from my partner, who was to pick up the food on his way home.

Guess which Indian restaurant in our area has Windows? Fucking Gates...

Paul took our entire order over the phone, and fought Dartmouth Homecoming weekend traffic and parking, and still managed to get our dinner home while it was hot. Whatta man!

The food was better than sex. I'd screwed up on the phone, and had ordered everyone's entrees waaay hotter than was necessary. It was better than sex. Five women and one man, sitting around a table, gorging themselves, groping for anything to bring down the burn, groaning, sniffling...better than sex. Or, at least the food equivalent.

I believe we'll be frequenting the place frequently.