Last night I had the indeterminate pleasure of attending my company’s quaterly update. It was held at an Indian retaurant. The reason it was held at an Indian restaurant is my boss is Indian and so are about 10 of the employees here. Overall, there were about 35 people in attendance, the rest of us are Americans and I think everyone was a good sport about the locale of the meeting.
I, however, struggled with the restaurant selection for a two main reasons. The first reason is that I struggle with the logic of selecting food that only suits 1/3 of the people in attendance. The second reason is that I have a sensitive stomach and had a creeping feeling that Indian food would not agree with me.
Well, my stomach is prescient when it comes to predicting digestive tragedy and as soon as I walked into the restaurant and a wave of curry washed over me I knew I was in trouble. I should have listened and just stuck with the naan (flat pita-like bread) but I tried a little of everything. For the most part the food was spicy and in some cases unpleasant but I was polite and told the proprietor that it was all delicious.
Almost immediately after eating I knew I was in trouble. My stomach twisted up in knots and I knew it was time to vacate the premises. I spent the rest of the evening smelling like I’d rolled around in curry and feeling like I’d swallowed a shoe. If I could do it all over again, let’s just say that I wouldn’t.