No matter how good a “Chicken Madras” may look on a room service menu in a hotel in Caracas, only a fool would actually order one right?
Visions of a rainy London night, a couple of Banghla beers, some popadoms and nice hot, thick rich gravy, chicken madras momentarily filled my head….
But it can only lead to disappointement… the chance of a Venezuelian chef being able to cook a good Indian curry would have to be about nil right?
Well i can now confirm after last nights room service dinner, thats right, what was described as a Madras curry was actually a capsicum loaded chicken risotto with a dash of curry powder, a liberal sprinkling of parmeasen cheese, and a decidely funny belly as a result..
Ohhh well you live and learn, back to steak for dinner tonight me thinks.
Hi Greg and Catherine,
I was just looking at your website and went on the blog site and read some of your entries. What an adventure! How comes you are both in South America? Is it pleasure or also work?
Cheers,
Christian
(Catherine’s colleague when she was at Xerox)