Eleven of Perth's most singular characters assembled at the Nurjahan the other night for what can only be described as the least plausible excuse for a night out I have ever come across. Nevertheless, the Solihill 5 even travelled North so that one of their number could attend! The Nurjahan is probably Perth's finest Indian restaurant, at least we reckon so, John agrees (and he was born there) and so does Jones the Chemist. He should also know, because his wife is Indian and they have assessed all Perth's restaurants and give this one the best score. In fact her only complaint about the Nurjahan is that it is not "Indian" at all - but is staffed by Bangladeshi's who cook Bangladeshi food!
On leaving the restaurant I remarked on the fact that the evening had been noteworthy for its staggeringly unusual cast of characters present. Percy Cowpat retorted that what could I expect, given the fact that the only thing they had in common was that they are friends with me! Seldom can a common denominator have been quite so low!
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8 comments:
glad you had a great night!! the place sounds good...I'm always in search of a good curry!! :)
doh, I didn't know that if I came i would be labelled as a "friend of yours"
It's nothing I've approved of - simply that if you hang around with the wrong sort of people, you're bound to get labelled....
And there was me slaving away baking a cake whilst you lot were having a good time!
Nice to know that my invitation came a poor second to baking......
:-)
I didn't realise that John was born in the Nurjahan. Just goes to show that every day really is a school day!
Eat, shoot, leave!
That was one sweet curry, I mean tasty curry but sweet if you know what I mean. Obviously a difficult meal to eat after a three course wedding feast...
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