I don't like it either but sometimes I am away on business, and I don't want room service and it is too wet for a picnic so I have ritual.

I am trying to taste every chicken dhansak in this sorry country so I sit and read my paper and eat my curry washed down with a pint of lager in every dismal provincial dorp from Penrith to Southampton.

Since you ask, you have to go a long way to beat the Bombay Curry House on Commercial Way in Loughborough.