Its Indian Ocean, in Bournemouth, henceforth IOB.
Not to be confused with IO in Nantwich, IH's sister restaurant and reviewed somewhere back in the dim and distant archives.
According to a proudly displayed image, Nick Clegg once evidently dined in this establishment. It was a Tuesday night and very crowded by 7pm so it must be a popular haunt as far as Bournemouth curryhouses go. Well, I enjoyed it.
Notably after my main a waiter came to wipe up the table for me when serving me with the dessert menu and a hot towel. I liked this attention to detail (anyone who has ever seen me eat knows this was worthwhile doing and potentially gross).
The naan was unfortunately overdone. The rice was average. The pathia was awarded 1 chilli in their heat rating, which is the sort of heat rating I am most on board with (even though the IH one is higher). It was sourer than average and tasty. It came garnished with lettuce, however. Really? You're scrimping on coriander? James would testify, though, that I wolfed it down, so they must have done something right.
Be wary - they charged us for each poppadom (80p a go, fairly standard rate to be fair) and (for the first time ever I've seen) the chutney and yogurt! £1.60 ! What a joke! They had a nice red sauce along with the usuals. The oniony thing contained carrot, unusually, but went down well.
Not that I particularly could eat a pudding but the choices weren't very inspiring. Still, good overall and much needed after a 6 mile coastal walk. Ah, the seaside. James gave it 7/10; I would lean more towards 6, but would go again.
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Happy new year, everyone, happy birthday
many_from_one, happy easter, happy days. This blog comes after attempting to learn topology all day, but I gave up at groups acting on spaces. I like groups, don't get me wrong, but for one thing the only space that ever happens to me is R3 and even my favourite group, D2n, has not (for any n) ever decided to come along and act on me as a subspace of the R3 which I inhabit.
I hate revision. After a week of pointedly not working, yesterday, James' dad came up to us and said "why on earth are you working, it's the weekend?" A sentiment I can get on board with.