Today roommate K and I were watching our fav TV show, Man V. Food, and watched an episode with a dericious looking curry place in NYC with the hottest curry on the planet. We immediately got the biggest craving for Indian food and Googled the place and FOUND IT! Brick Lane Curry House right near us at 6th and 2nd. While we weren’t brave enough to try the hottest curry on the planet, we were curious to read its description:
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An excruciatingly hot curry, more pain and sweat than flavor, for our customers who do this on a dare, we will require you to state a verbal disclaimer not holding us liable for any physical or emotional damage after eating this curry. If you do manage to finish your serving of curry, a bottle of beer is on us.
In the episode, you see the chef wearing a gas mask. Why, Adam Richman asks? Because the curry is so flaming hot that the fumes would literally choke you to death without the gas mask. In the episode, though, of course Adam finishes the entire dish. Man always wins V. Food. Pretty disgusting though. I don’t even want to imagine how much his ass must have hurt the next day. As much as the free beer on the house is tempting, I think I’ll pass.
Yeah, so we decided to go for the mildest curry on the menu, good ole Chicken Tikka Masala and Chicken Korma. We go to the delivery section of the Web site and realize to our horror that this place is PRICEY. Dammit. $14 curry. Ugh, that’s nearly 3 times more expensive than Tasty King lunch special. But we just HAD to do it. We were both dying to have curry after that episode. Damn you Man V. Food, why are you so good. I decided that because it was still technically my birthday weekend, that I would splurge on this $14 purchase and charge it to my father’s credit card.
HOWEVER! When we were nearly finishing the delivery, K punches in her info on Delivery.com and we realize she somehow got an $8 DISCOUNT!!!!!!!!!! AMAZING!!!!!!!! We literally yelped with joy. That makes our order SO much cheaper!!! I decided this was something I myslf could afford without my father’s aid. Either way, the curry was sooo worth it.
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