Amol India

My friend Sarah and I decided to have dinner on a Friday evening.  We met in front of the fire department (had nothing to do with checking out firemen -- really!) and took a stroll down 4th St.  We reminisced about different places there we've tried (mine were complete with bad online dating stories) and stopped at Amol India.  Sarah told me she'd gone there about a month ago with a friend, and the Butter Chicken was fabulous.

When we walked in, everyone recognized Sarah.  It was crazy.  Three of the men were fawning all over her.  They smiled, flirted, joked (even though we couldn't understand them half of the time).  Now, if we were scantily glad college gals, I'd understand.  But we're over 40, average looking, were dressed conservatively, ...  Then a lightbulb went off in the back of my head.  When I'm in the US, I'm overlooked for the pretty young things.  When I'm out of the country, men seem to appreciate women of all ages.  These men were not American...

So, back to the food.  Sarah had the Buttered Chicken, spiciness 2 (of 6).  I had Curry Chicken, spiciness of 3.  We also had naan.  I love that stuff!  Anyway, once I started eating my curry chicken, I was glad I'd only gotten a 3.  It was right on the edge of what I could eat and enjoy (although my stomach made some gurgling sounds along the way...).  My lips were tingling when I left.  I had a taste of the Buttered Chicken, and it was amazing.  

I will definitely be back, have the Buttered Chicken, and take Sarah along.  Can't beat the service ;-)