>>>>>>http://www.theregister.co.uk/2013/02/11/michelin_guides_url_slip/
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>>>>>"Delhi sandwiches" ?
>>>>>Won't he get 'deli belly' ?
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>>>>Might not be a typo... I thought South Asian takeaway overtook fish&chips in Blightly long ago...
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>>>Probably true - at least in cities. We've got a chippie, an Indian and a Chinese in town. Also, partly I guess because the Ghurkas as stationed nearby, there are a couple of Nepalese restaurants in the area (plus a mobile one called 'The YakMobile' :-} )
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>>That's it, I'm moving there. The first three are all favorites of mine which do not exist near me. Fish and chips is not available anywhere near me (unless you count Long John Silver's, and you shouldn't). The closest decent Chinese place is 10 miles away. Indian is unknown. I do not miss my old neighborhood in the city of Chicago that much but it had the benefit of being close to the city's hub of Indian and Pakistani immigrants, with at least a dozen first rate restaurants. Around here it's all fast food franchises and middlebrow chains like Chili's and TGI Friday's. On the plus side, there are lots of good Mexican restaurants.
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>Oh, I forgot to mention ; we have a Mexican about 7 miles away. Not, strictly speaking, authentic (run by a Welshman :-}) - but good. Also a tapas bar and two Michelin starred restaurants.
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>Sadly, what we don't have within striking distance is a Thai - which happens to be my favourite.

There is a sensational Thai place not far away, nah nah nah nah nah. The lunch special is a three course meal for $7.05 -- appetizer, soup, entree. I would pay that much for the appetizer and the soup alone and a lot more for the green curry chicken entree. Yup, that's where I'm going today. When it's this cold and wintery a man needs a little pampering.

One of my favorite lunch spots in Chicago was also Thai. It was run by a husband and wife. Maybe contrary to usual practice, the husband was the greeter and server and the wife was the cook. We had a standard routine. "How hot you want it?" she would say. "Really hot, just don't kill me." She would always come out to ask how I liked it, about the time sweat was pouring down my forehead. "Hot enough?" "It's not killing me." "Next time I make it hotter then."

The local place doesn't have anyone with her charm, as far as I can tell, but it's settled that I am going there for lunch today.