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Ambrosia It was a happy summer evening
I met a Danish gentleman.
Went to an Indian restaurant for dinner
With my husband and his business friend.
It was at, Marburger Strasse Berlin
Not far from city centre parking.
Seated comfortable
The three settled, for Berliner Pils
I for humble lemon tea.
Promptly the steward served us drinks
Papadam complimentary.
Up to their brim, the gentlemen were thrilled
Though “No Smoking” was mandatory.
Samosa came as appetiser
Followed by main dish chicken tandoory,
The aroma of basmati rice
Whetted our appetite, mouth-watering delicious savoury;
“Peas pullao; dal-makhani, cucumber-raita, Roti.”
Main course over, we had some time for little, ‘Tête a tête.’
i love this. i eat indian food everyday. i live near an indian restaurant street in malaysia, kuala lumpur. i can relate to this poem...basmatic rice, dahl, .....may be you should write us a poem about hinduism. i read a lot about this recently...upanishards, the vedas, sanskrit,.....
fragrant street
spices and the indian lady
stringing jasmine for siva
Whew! After reading the first two lines I started to worry about your morals! :o) But it turned out alright. Sounds like a delicious and also expensive dinner. Viele Marke. I'll have to remember to order this next time I am in Berlin. (Which will be never; been there). I was watching a Berlin documentary on TV the other night and had to turn it off. Still lots of feelings about the Germans. Hope you didn't get indigestion. Hahahahaha!