How I love thou. Your Chicken Biryani's are like fireworks to my taste buds. You yield flavour, excitement and unrelenting joy. Your luscious chicken, moist basmati rice, and your succulent spices leave me wanting more. When I’m left without this meal, the day soldiers on in an agonizing struggle. In waiting, I find my daily direction and concentration lacking in your absence. Yet upon my return to your fateful establishment, I am met with an overwhelmingly delicious aroma, courteous service, and a flavour sensation so deeply satisfying that my taste buds are left in a state of pure ecstasy. Yet even sweeter than the chutney, is the moment that I turn to my receipt. At the point of sale I was so intoxicated with the knowledge that I was about to consume a meal so divine that I was rendered useless, and realized the price was an inadequate reflection of the quality. My friends, if beautiful quality, and ethnicity are what you desire, then a taste of this will make you perspire. —Murray, Lover of Curry