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Friday, June 11, 2004

Written While Slightly Sweating.

Oh, Nearby Indian Restaurant, why do you torment me so? Your Sabzi Panchpuran lunch special is surely more oil and salt than I need in a day, yet so lovely and spicy; you've sent me running back to unpack the tissues from the moving boxes here in the office. Despite the gruff exterior of the surly man who takes my order, you seduce me with your low prices and reusable containers. Would that you were a thousand steps further from me! Perhaps then I might not have eaten there for three lunches this week. With yellow stained lips, I both praise and curse you, Nearby Indian Restaurant; leave me and my love handles in peace!

(Inspired, obliquely, by friends who react in interesting ways to Indian food....)

01:39 PM PST (link)

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