I'm a curry slut and I feel no shame in saying so. Cruising in my bad ass whip, with my eye searingly sexy girlfriend the words "Damn baby, I needs me a curry." spilled from my godlike,and naughty thought inspiring mouth. So it was on like Donkey Kong sister.
If that place didn't have automatic doors I would have kicked them in like some sort of bad-ass cowboy...but I just kind of walked in like the guy in front of me. Weak Patel bros...get saloon doors, Ill come back at least twice a week.
Kid in a candy store type stuff was going on as I walked around this place. Clean organized and a huge selection. Reasonable prices and a friendly staff. One side note though, I kept asking the staff if they were all brothers. They said no. No matter how many times I asked they said no. Finally the manager told me that I needed to stop harassing his staff. A little rude if you ask me. After some quiet weeping and a hug from my boneshatteringly saucy girlfriend, I got over the managers verbal assault and bought a bunch of stuff, brought it home and jammed it into my face. Yum with a capital UM!!