To the Standard Tandoori to catch up with old friends and celebrate the inDoctrination of another. I’ve been a regular at the STandoori for getting on for twenty years and so it obviously has its appealing points. Chief among them is the consistency of the service. Like a high quality string quartet new members are introduced over the years but never disrupt the equilibrium of the group. They are a credit to their profession.
The food, the decor, the booze is Standard. By which I mean excellent. When I have a hankering for the traditional British-Asian comfort food of my youth the ST does the trick. An unwavering order of poppadom, onion bhaji, jalfrezi, naan and bindhi bhaji trips off the tongue (if not the keyboard) to be accompanied by ‘Kingfisher, Sir?’ and conversation with chums from teams I have known, whether of the football or quiz variety.
Social networks really don’t replace social gathering.
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