Curry time!

So I was all on Facebook chat instead of doing my essay which is due tomorrow and I was chatting to my friend Abbey and somehow I got her to agree with me that I should go get curry. So I scurried (haha) down the road a few meters and ended up in Indian Tukka.

I have only recently (like a year) become acclimatised with Indian food. Because well lets just say...I don't like spicy food! Okay I've admitted it, I can go cry into my lemon and herb Nando's seasoning and drink a glass of water or two.
Because I can't handle spicy foods I was convinced by all and sundry that I would never be up to the challenge of Indian food. So whenever Indian was put forward as a valid dinner option I would put on my best toddler face and say "I don't like Indian" and all would obey for fear of seeing a teenage girl throw a Clueless tantrum.
Then one day I was in Paris, it was Bastille Day and when in Paris one must do as the French, be all patriotic and what not and eat curry. To my surprise - no burnt mouth, no drinking a fish tank of water and none of the dreaded Dehli belly that my mother had so adamantly claimed was the fate of all Indian diners.

So the point of the story is...
You should go eat at Indian Tukka, right now. It's located practically on the corner of Victoria Parade and Wellington Street. The people who run it are very friendly and polite. Tonight I ordered the Saag Aloo (Potatoes cooked in a rich puree spinach sauce) it was delicious and will surely get me through the last 500 words of this essay. I have also tried the Navrattan (Vegetable) Korma warmed up for breakfast straight from the fridge, this is thanks to the wonder that I call Abbey. No one else in the world could bring flowers to your party and leave you with curry.
Also the Naan bread is really, really good. Get 2 serves trust me, or as my mum would say "Go Girl!", actually maybe she was talking about the essay.

Alright I'll stop procrastinating, but here's the Take Away number 9419 4199 or 0425 711 674, use it!