Last weekend, I felt like eating Indian food. As you know we have been eating really healthy for the past few months but from time to time we do crave others food. So we decided to go out for lunch to the Indian place in Parramatta.
We drove to the restaurant and ordered Vegetarian dosa, a few curries and Naan bread. AS suggested we order chicken dosa but I remembered that the last time I had chicken dosa, I didn’t like it.
When the food arrived we were happy. We had naan and curry and veg dosa was the last to arrive.
Both I and AS were disappointed with the dosa as it was nothing like the one we normally have.
On the way home, we were still talking about the food.
Me: “I didn’t like the feeling after we ate. It wasn’t like before.”
AS: “I know, the filling was not like before.”
Me: “I know . I think it was too oily as I am not feeling very good.”
AS: (Starts laughing.) I know how you are feeling but I was talking about the filing, the aloo (potatoes) in the dosa 😀
Indeed English is a funny language 🙂
Take care ,
M from nepaliaustralian
Sorry to hear about the dosa not been good. It is one cuisine that is hard to find in Sydney but I remember there is a great south Indian place near Olympic park..oh and the English language is definitely a funny language!
One of the best dosa I had was in Helensburgh temple. They were so good . I will look around Olympic park when I am there . Thanks.:)
Ha ha 🙂
🙂 🙂 🙂
And some of us who grew up speaking nothing but English still trip over its usage. 🙂
Glad you do the same too 🙂
Haha… reminds me of this poem I read in The Himalayan Times newspaper. The article had the same title as yours and wrote about how nose runs and feet smell in English 🙂
“One bright day in the middle of the night,
Two dead boys got up to fight.
Back to back they faced each other,
drew their swords and shot each other.
A deaf policeman heard the noise
and ran to save the two dead boys.
If you don’t believe this lie is true,
ask the blind man, he saw it, too”
Thank you for sharing it is funny 🙂