So here I am in Salt Lake City, home of the world’s largest Mormon (I am sure that is true, but no I haven’t really checked.) Not too far from the Temple downtown is a small, mom and pop Indian food joint called “Curry In A Hurry.” Well, I walk into this joint for the first time in my life because I hear from a few IT peers that they have the best curry on this side of town.
One of the proprietors of this place – we shall call her Sushma – was standing behind the register with a perturbed look on her face. I figured after I said hello, flashed my Hollywood smile and began to order she would brighten up (or at least fake it for my benefit). I couldn’t have been more wrong. By the looks of her, Sushma has had a continuous string of bad days since about April 3, 1965 or so. My questions about the menu were met with mostly monosyllabic grunts and finger-pointing at the menu. Never a smile, never a friendly gesture of any kind.
How was the food, you ask? Well, I had the tandoori chicken, curry potatoes and rice with more curry sauce. The food was passable, reasonably tasty but not as complex as I am used to in a good curry sauce. I will probably be researching other Indian food joints in town before I go back.