Last night we headed out to Little India in Denver for Kyle's birthday. The five us us, my sister-in-law and her fiance met down there for the birthday celebration. Kyle likes the food there, and so we made the trek to 15th St. in Denver. It was a stretch for all of us, since none of us except Kyle really eats anything that "authentic."
The menu was a little intimidating for us, since we had no idea what most of it was. Even I, who should know something, didn't really. I avoided this food like the plague when I was a kid, and the bad experiences with my father meant I haven't really eaten any Indian food my whole life. It wasn't until I got to Denver that I even really tried much middle eastern food.
Delaney was the first experimenter, getting a mango lassi, which we had no idea what it was. It came and he said it was "weird and good", which was confirmed when Tia and Kendall tried it. We had Naan, which was good, and then a variety of other things. Kendall didn't like hers, but she liked my Chicken Tikki, so I shared. Delaney had Tandoori shrimp, which he liked, but said his stomach was angry at him this morning.
Not horrible, but I wouldn't choose that on my own, and actually, I wouldn't go again unless it was probably family. Definitely something I wouldn't do in business.
A good time with the family, a late night, and fun.
Today Kyle gets his present: a sewing machine. He's excited about it, and can't wait to start learning to sew. He taught himself to knit last year, and made a scarf that the girls battled over. He wanted a loom, but we couldn't find one at a reasonable price, so a sewing machine it is. Maybe I can get him to shorten my karate stuff and also embroider a new "Friday shirt" for my podcasts. I think it's time for some new Hawaiian prints.