The Bellinghman (bellinghman) wrote,
The Bellinghman

An end to the evening

One place we did spot to eat at was an Indian restaurant just behind our hotel. We'd spotted it yesterday, but left it till tonight.

There aren't many Indian or Chinese restaurants in Basel - so this one might be worth trying.

The bellinghwoman and I go round to see if they are open. Or rather, if they are open and have places - most restaurants are packed to the beams during Fasnacht. P&D start walking up from their hotel, with the understanding that we'll give them a call either way. As it happens, they're almost empty - I guess, during Fasnacht, the locals want good Swiss food, not this foreign exotic stuff, and this restaurant is sufficiently hidden that you've really got to wander off the main streets to find it.

The bellinghwoman and I sit down, and I order a Dunkel. Now, 'dunkel' means 'dark beer'. That's certainly what I got, but it wasn't a dark 'lager' style beer. No, this was St James' Gate's best - a bottle of Guinness! Still, I wasn't objecting.

About five minutes later, P&D get there, and we settle into ordering a nice meal. For once, I order a Lamb Vindaloo - not because I want something really hot (too much chilli gives me hiccoughs) but because there's a reasonable chance it'll be relatively mild (Switzerland not going for the masochismo of over-hot curries), and I actually like the taste without too much heat. As it happens, I get lucky, and it's just what I like.

Peter of course, orders another hot dish, and the girlies go for milder dishes. Of course, plenty of wine is drunk, too. The meal isn't cheap - the bill comes to over 400 CHF - but that was with wine, and here in Basel, this is highly exotic. There seem to be more Japanese places to eat here than Indian, which is definitely not the way it is at home, where Indian outnumbers Japanese by a hundred to one.

On leaving, we have a certain discussion as to whether it's a Hindu or Muslim Indian restaurant - Peter notes that there is neither beef nor lamb on the menu, and (with logic that escapes the rest of us) decides that must mean that it's a Muslim one. The rest of us agree that the lack of pork is compatible with a Muslim place, but point out that the lack of beef is compatible with a Hindu place, and there doesn't appear to be any evidence either way.

Anyway, Peter is getting tired and wants to head back to their hotel - and althought we'd have liked to wander some more, in many ways, it's a relief to get to bed relatively early. Like before midnight.

About ten minutes later, I realise the clincher argument on the Hindu/Muslim question - the restaurant is named the Ganesh - and Ganesh is a Hindu God.

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