My meal arrived. It was a bowl of tepid, green curried water with two spinach leaves floating in it. The waiter called i — Frank Kusy, Kevin and I in India
My meal arrived. It was a bowl of tepid, green curried water with two spinach leaves floating in it. The waiter called i — Frank Kusy, Kevin and I in India
My meal arrived. It was a bowl of tepid, green curried water with two spinach leaves floating in it. The waiter called i — Frank Kusy, Kevin and I in India
My meal arrived. It was a bowl of tepid, green curried water with two spinach leaves floating in it. The waiter called i — Frank Kusy, Kevin and I in India
My meal arrived. It was a bowl of tepid, green curried water with two spinach leaves floating in it. The waiter called i — Frank Kusy, Kevin and I in India
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My meal arrived. It was a bowl of tepid, green curried water with two spinach leaves floating in it. The waiter called it 'vegetable soup'. I called it inedible slop.

— Frank Kusy, Kevin and I in India
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