I was taken to a wonderful Nepalese restaurant by my lovely. Brilliant fella. I,as I may have hinted, am from Glasgow and have been living on the east coast this last near decade. One of the main tragedies, and I use that word deliberately, is the dearth, bordering on near fucking zero comparable Indian restaurants out here.
Today I enjoyed a meal that could compete with my city’s best. I am not exaggerating by saying I was close to fucking tears of joy. It was sublime. The service was fantastic, we chatted to the main man and I told him where I was from and the misery I have endured by not having anywhere to meet my need for great Indian food. Again, close to tears. As I told him, he too was close to tears and messaged the Chef to come through. A lovely young guy and I told him where I was from and that his food was up there with the best I ever had in Glasgow. His face lit up and I told him I woukd be back and thanked him. And I fucking meant it.
It’s called the Gurkha, it’s in Musselburgh and if you are ever in that area, or even if you have to get a train there, go.
My day was saved by my wonderful woman and a fantastic restaurant. I was in top form too, obviously. And I have a new haircut, that was turning more heads than a game on centre court.
Probably more when I think about it.