Picked Terry up at the Fontainebleau around 7 and headed across the Julia Tuttle Causeway. It was Chinese New Year and I had checked out Miss Yip's off Lincoln Road but it was booked. I had also driven past Sum Yum Gai on Washington, which I had been told is better, but it looked empty.
So I headed to Bengal on Biscayne Blvd. I had seen the "Coming Soon" sign months ago, which advertised "modern Indian cuisine." When ethnic food gets modernized it usually means smaller portions at higher prices.
I was half right. The prices were good - vegetarian dishes in the low teens - but the servings were less than abundant, unless you count the rice, which arrived already on our plates and overwhelmed both Terry's chicken and my eggplant. I missed the unmodern pleasure of getting rice in one bowl, main dish in another, then repeatedly pouring the second over the first.
But this gave us more time to talk. Terry is also a freelance travel writer so, with all the eloquent and detailed complaints about editors, it took a few hours for the food to disappear.
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In case you're interested, the last books I've purchased were "North and South" by Elizabeth Gaskell, "The Little Known Pika" (about pikas, small, loud, annoying creatures, much like myself), and "Football for Dummies" (so I can bond more with my husband. The other night I looked at him and said "The two-minute warning stops the clock," and he praised me. Positive reinforcement!).
I just reconnected with a childhood friend from NJ who incidentally now lives 5 miles away from me. He and his fiance are planning on getting married in India - he told me they fell in love with the country (reminded me of you) and don't want to deal with all of the fuss that goes along with wedding planning. I found him on Facebook, glorious Facebook! We need to get you on that site.
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