Indian spices

Our ride, one of the smaller Swedish school vans picked us up at 19.15 and took us to the Indian restaurant that the boarding parents had recommended. We were 7 girls and 1 guy all in good mood and very hungry. When we got to the restaurant we were all presently surprised because from the outside the restaurant really didn’t look like much but inside it was really cozy. As usually we stood out amongst the rest of the people in the rum who were mainly upper class Indians. Women in colorful fabrics with beads and sparkling prints and men with very proper suits all turned their heads when a group of blond kids walked in. We were seated at huge round table right next to the glaswall that divided the kitchen from the restaurant witch we all found perfect since we then could watch the talented chefs tossing nan breads and frying tica masala (ignore spelling). We got our menus and started picking what we wanted, some going for things they knew how it tasted like and others just picking what sounded most interesting. Since rise usually comes with the food and if not the waiter usually tells you, so we all assumed that the rise would be included. It wasn’t. But who cares? The food was amazing and we used the nan breads to not die from the hot spices. However we were three people, me being one of them, who probably would have needed the rice because our food was a tad spicier than the rests. In the end of the dinner the three of us were red in our faces and sweated like pigs, I believe that is how Indian food is supposed to leave you so I didn’t care.