Jay and I ate our takeaway curry -
As we ate our prawn pasanda and vegetable rezala I remembered The New Bengal -
I remembered the gentle waiters -
Their wry smiles -
How they beckoned us to a table -
The dim lamplight falling on flock wallpaper -
The Cobra in a tall glass -
How I reeled out to the gents -
Returning to order a meat vindaloo -
The waiter's quiet voice -
Non judgemental, hardly heard -
A vindaloo -
Sunday 23 August 2020
The Old School House
East Stoke
Dorset
No comments:
Post a Comment