The Silverlake Dinner Club made this the site for Parents’ Night, and it turned out to be fun for the whole family. The 60’s fireplace flagstone walls were a delight, but the Walmart mirrors, dining chairs, and formica topped tables were a far cry from the Tiki Taki Indian restaurant decor we were hoping for. The dusty mauve pink awful lighting was NOT working for us. The chef got extra points, though, for the really cool orange turban.

The food was good. The SDC agreed it was the best food to date for the Group’s culinary surveying efforts. The Ulla Chai was a delicious combination of garbanzo beans, cold potatoes, yogurt, onions, and spices. The Matar Paneer, another garbanzo-based offering was great when ordered spicy. Mick thought the food was tasty, but a tad skimpy meat-wise. Trixie’s mom had to get to work with some extra elbow grease to get her knife through the lamb, but seemed to be happy with the results of her efforts. (Even though she did complain about a cramp in her neck, and was wishing she could have made a trip out to Walmart for a chainsaw). Everybody but Big Bad John advises against the lamb unless you’re looking for sheep jerky. Or sheep skin seat covers. Cake loved the Naan.

Mr. Name wants to put in a special mention for the yogurt-based Mango Lassi. This light drink was very tasty, and obviously freshly made. Mr. Name says check it out. Ivan noticed Shiva manifesting as Lord of Destruction in the infinitely mirrored and spacious tiled bathroom. He fortunately escaped by invoking by Vishnu. ChrisLove thought the women’s restroom a perfect setting for a scene out of a Luis Buñuel film. The elusive Lord Ganesha was spotted picking up a few extra bucks valeting.

Farrah Rocker said the pizza was great. But then she realized she’d eaten it somewhere else.

The service was overwhelmed, and a bit confused and angry when we first descended. But once they realized we were going to be spending a bunch of money, the folks were pretty friendly. And they made change for everybody1s twenties without complaining at all. This place is good for large parties.

Be sure to tune in next week for Dino’s Day After follow up.

(PO)

Words that rhyme with Oven: Shovin’ some coven lovin’ while scrubbin’ and Bubblin’ in the hot tubbin’ Indian Oven!

Mom and dad escorted their first born, Trixie, Miss Yokwanda, Mr. Name and Miss Doolittle, Liz Squared, Deb!, Monique & Jean-Claude and their pal Vivettah(sp?), Tom and his dad John The Knife* (nice bow tie!), Barry, Chignon, Elton Kriste, Ivan Johnson, ChrisLove, Count Mickula, Big Bad John, Kari Kaos and some dude, Howard, Shouts, Andy and his foster dad, Dino, Isack+4, Michael and Didi, Erich, and The Typist. Plus the following special appearances: Gruvlicius and her cute 19 year sister who was celebrating her birthday, brought their flirtatious father and two others; Farrah Rocker (of course) and Petey Meister ambled by, as did Gusto. Fuck Buck, he didn1t sho up.

(*In town from Vermont because he invented the Bookwalter retractor 20 years ago.)