to a local Tandoori place for dinner friday night.

it’a a little restaurant right on US 41 damned near in the parking lot of a Walmart. It was, once upon a time, a gas station. Now it’s a small restaurant with good service and food that tastes very much as if you’ve eaten a campfire. Wife and daughter seemed to like it very much, and I was pleased that I remembered not to eat the chicken Vin Daloo. Consequently, today, I am not a hovercraft.