This evening, I met a group of ladies at the mall. We decided to meet, and then decide on a good place to have dinner together. Our little group consisted of my daughter, Hanul (my Korean friend), Mariana (my Romanian friend), and me. We had several suggestions, and we finally all agreed on Agra, and Indian curry restaurant.
I had eaten Indian curry a few times before, but it was the first time for some of them. When they suggested curry, they actually thought of Korean curry, but they couldn’t remember where the restaurant was, so I suggested Agra. I had been to Agra over in Itaewon and enjoyed it, and there is an Agra in the mall, so we went there.
When I went to Agra in Itaewon, the waiter was from India. However, at this Agra, we had a Korean girl waiting on us. She tried to get in the spirit of things by putting a gem on her forehead between her eyes. We decided that she was actually a pain in the neck. We had already decided what we wanted and kept trying to order, and we were getting hungry, but she kept trying to talk us out of what we ordered and was recommending other things. She told Hanul they were cheaper, but they weren’t. She confused things so badly that she left the table, waited on someone else, and then came back to us. When she came back, she began trying to confuse things again, but we finally got through to her and ordered what we wanted.
Our food was fantastic! Hanul and my daughter decided to get some sort of combination plate that had curry, nan (Indian bread), salad, rice, and chicken. Their salad arrived first, and there was nan under the salad. Hanul insisted that everyone eat he salad with her and Winter because she wanted everyone to try. The salad was great.
I actually took two pictures of Mariana’s curry, but I can’t show them to you because she decided she didn’t want any pictures of her in this blog, and both the pictures of her curry have her face in them.
The four of us sat there and talked and talked and talked. We were actually surprised when we were finished that we had spent so much time talking. The four of us are great friends.
I already knew how the nan was made because my Bangladeshi buddies have cooked for us. They made nan and explained how it was made. Bangladesh used to be part of India.
We all really enjoyed our dinner at Agra, and we enjoyed getting caught up with one another. My son in law was at work, and Mariana’s husband was at work, but they joined us after dinner, then we continued our evening of fun and went to a place we could sing our hearts out all evening. We had a blast, and the next blog will be about how we continued the evening.