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Fissssssh, Precioussss!
May. 11th, 2010 12:50 pmI'm just finally starting to come down off my culinary high from the 'Nameless Fish Curry'(!) I had last night at the mighty Punjab Restaurant, at the corner of Neal Street and Shaftesbury Avenue in London. It's one of the West End's longer-standing and lesser-known institutions, and thoroughly recommended to every Londoner and visitor with a taste for Indian grub.
What I want to know is, how does it come about that my brain is still perceptibly marinating in fishy chilli bliss sixteen hours later? No other dish ever does this so well. I know that fish is supposed to be good for the brains, and that chilli stimulates the old endorphins something special, but this is really out of the ordinary.
What I want to know is, how does it come about that my brain is still perceptibly marinating in fishy chilli bliss sixteen hours later? No other dish ever does this so well. I know that fish is supposed to be good for the brains, and that chilli stimulates the old endorphins something special, but this is really out of the ordinary.
