If This is A Curry Dream, I Don't Want to Curry Wake Up

So another Diwali has come and gone. For those (hopelessly misinformed) readers who don’t know, Diwali is one of the most important holidays in India, celebrated by millions upon millions of Hindus, Sikhs, some Buddhists, and Jains alike. It is a festival of lights (yes, I know, like Chanukah!), where people celebrate the victory of good over evil, and knowledge (light) over ignorance (darkness).

To celebrate this year, we decided to all get together for a delicious Indian dinner after work. Ah, but at which reputable institution of South Asian cuisine would we be dining? In most other cities, this would be an easy decision making process: just pick one of the three decent Indian joints in town (the one where the samosas don’t give you the runs) and call it a day.

But in New York, there are always too many choices. Not only are there over a hundred places to pick from, but they all claim to be the best thing since sliced naan. So what is to be done when placed in this particular type of pickle?

Well, what we decided to do is to log on to citysearch, search for the most hilarious restaurant review we could find, and pick that place with little or no regard to the actual menu, prices, ambiance, or location.

It wasn’t long before we stumbled upon a real winner by the name of ‘Curry Dream’. The very first review, entitled “Curry makes me cuuuurazy” immediately caught our eye, and soon, our hearts and stomachs would follow. Read this, and tell me you wouldn’t take the first train out to this place:

Curry Makes me cuuurazy!

08/26/2008 Posted by boyacasha

I was a virgin to curry and indian cuisine for a long time. A friend of mine came over one day and offered me a deal. I go with him to try some indian and he'll go with me to the pink floyd laser show. From that moment forth I start to giggle when I think of indian and curry . I always feel a little crazy. But good crazy, not bad if you get what im throwin at you. Still to this day I hadnt tried curry dream, until recently. i ate and ate and ate. and heck if i didnt have a blast. the curry is scrumptios. like a date with some yummy and spicey, eerr spices. forever i am indebte dto my friend, pink floyd and the curry bean of yesteryear. feel me? love at first curry. go to curry dream, youll never want to wake up again.

Pure poetry!

As it turns out, the food was good, and we all had a New York City Diwali that we’ll never forget. So score 1 for the hilarious restaurant review method, if you get what I'm throwin at you.

- Varun