This weekend was so busy and so crazy that
I think each day deserves its own separate entry. It all started calmly enough with a
marshrutka ride to Tbilisi on Friday afternoon.
I had made the mistake of washing my laundry on Friday morning, so I had
to wait for things to dry before I could pack them. There are times when I miss having a clothes
dryer.
Kelsey and Shelley were waiting for me at
the hostel, and Shelley’s friend Sati took us to the best Indian restaurant in
Tbilisi. According to Sati, there is one
other Indian restaurant in the city, but their chefs are from Pakistan and
Bangladesh. I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t
be able to taste the difference, but Sati insisted.
The restaurant looked really neat on the
inside. Each table was set up like its
own little tent, with curtains separating diners from the rest of the
restaurant. The benches had lots of
little throw pillows that were surprisingly comfy, especially after we ate so
much we all got The ‘Itis.
It was like the fajitas all over
again. I’m so used to being able to get
food from just about any country in the world without ever leaving Richmond,
and I really miss that variety over here.
Georgian food is good, but I miss lo mein and lasagne.
I don’t even remember the names of what we
ordered, except for the naan and samosas.
Something with lentils and curry, something else with cheese and cashews
and raisins, something with rice and tomatoes.
It was amazing.
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| Shelly and Sati and loads of food |
For those of you who are confused, The
‘Itis is what you get after stuffing yourself, when you just want to lean back
and close your eyes for a minute. I
think it’s only supposed to happen after eating Soul Food, but I’m hoping an
exception can be made for a bunch of expats who’ve had too much khatchapuri.
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