Raj on Taj

Carol has had a bad hair day. She went off to the market and town. On the way home her trolley wheel catches while she's pulling it home, and she goes flying. A nice couple assist her. She calls for rescue and CJ dispatches an Uber. She arrives home bruised and battered. She has a bad scrape on one knee yet no tear on her pants. She has a badly bruised and inoperative wrist.

CJ insists we have dinner out. Trying to get last minute Saturday evening reservations at our two favorite restaurants is impossible.

We dine at our third choice, the local Indian restaurant. We were pleased with their takeout so dine-in should be good.

Dinner is excellent, and we have days of  leftovers. With the sauce it is impossible to tell what we have ordered. Carol is having (surprise, surprise) the daily barramundi special. Somewhere under the sauce of CJ's dish are two of the biggest lamb shanks ever. Both dishes are excellent. Strangely, the garlic naan is disappointing. What Indian restaurant messes up naan?

 

 

What wine to select. Zinfandel is an American grape and virtually unheard of in Australia. CJ makes a high risk selection choosing not only the Zin, but a winery we've never been totally keen on. The Kalleske Zinfandel is a pleasant surprise.