…because when you’re a grown up, you have to step outside your comfort zone of plain american-ish food.

I like my plain cheese pizza, thank you very much.

Anyway, so we (nathan and I) went on a little culinary adventure this weekend. Saturday night we had Thai takeout. Nathan has previously had Thai food. Nathan loves Thai food, particularly pad thai. So we ordered. I got Chicken Garlic and it was okay. Not my favorite, but I didn’t hate it, either. You have to realize, for me, that’s impressive for a new food.

Nathan got thing dish called Yaki Soba Noodle.

The first thing I noticed is that it smelled like a barn. Not just some old, abandoned barn either, but a barn that’s being used. And by being used, I mean a barn with horses, cows, goats, sheep, chickens and pigs all in there. That’s what it smelled like.

Now, Nathan seemed to like it. So I figured, what the hell, I’ll try it.

I tried it.

Not only did it smell like a barn, but it tasted how a barn smells.

Barn Thai.

Then came Sunday and we hit up an Indian buffet. The restaurant itself was fantastic. The service was exceptional, the owner a great guy, the atmosphere very low-key, and the interior design quite nice. But… I didn’t like anything on the 28 course buffet.

Well, the naan bread was okay and the cucumber salad wasn’t bad.

But other than that, nothing. I even wanted to like it because the place was so relaxing and the people so damn nice. But nothing doing. I can’t remember any of the dishes we actually had (nathan liked all but one thing on the buffet) but I know we didn’t have tikki marsala, which is apparently everyone’s favorite.

So we’ll go back. I mean, the owner? He really was that nice. As was the restaurant.