did someone say “killer Indian food”?

It’s all about CafÈ Bombay. Or maybe it’s Bombay CafÈ. Suffice it to say “the place next to Hair Images in the shopping center across from the Target between North Druid Hills and Briarcliff.”

It’s changed names in the past few months. It has no dÈcor to speak of. They’ve taken out the TV that used to show all Bollywood clips, all the time. But my boyfriend and I went there a couple weeks ago and, over our vegetarian dishes, kept blinking at each other and saying, “This is really good.” Eat. Eat. Blink. Blink. “Is yours really good? Mine is really good.” All other conversation pretty much stalled.

I went once for brunch and they didn’t blow me away. It may have been that the kitchen was on extra special behavior that night, since there was a huge party going on while we were there. But that was one of the best dinners we’ve had out in a while.

I just love that shopping center anyway. I can get my clothes dry cleaned (expensive, but they can get out anything — I’ve tested them multiple times), buy the latest issue of Stardust, and read it while getting my hair hennaed.

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