...and everyone in the joint looks like an extra from a napkin-and-manners-free version of Trainspotting.
Except for the Indian family with the well-behaved children, seated in the middle of the restaurant.
Who look really out of place.
In an Indian restaurant.
Sent from my HTC PURE™, a Windows® phone from AT&T that can't think of a funny thing to add here.
The Inn of Infinite Sadness, or alternatively, Smudge and Hobbes' Traumatising Transcendental Transatlantic Trip. Being the adventures of two very large, unwillingly peripatetic, half-Bengal cats and their owner (of rather similar description) as they prepare to leave the North American continent in search of a new life in their (the cats, not the owner) ancestral homeland of Aneda. Sigh, what I won't do for a decent cup of tea.
There are indian eating places here called 7-11 or Circle K you can eat hot dogs.. mustard packs.. drink big gulps and buy a pack of Camel ciggs. too
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