My parents are believers in the practice of treating yourself to a very special meal now and again without feeling guilty about it and I follow this philosophy, too. However, after I made my reservation at the Taj, I started to feel ashamed for wanting to spend so much money on one meal in a developing country. Shouldn't I just donate the equivalent and be satisfied with another 50¢ momo platter for my Thanksgiving dinner? I expressed these sentiments to a friend here and he told me I needed to get over my "white woman's burden" and enjoy myself. So I did.
Here I am on the Taj's dragon carpet in my new green brocade jacket. Hungry!
A musical troupe which outnumbered the diners arrived and performed a little longer than necessary. I felt awkward drinking my Druk 1100 beer while the masked dancers spun through a religious rite.
The starters arrived: spinach carbonara gnocchi which made me extremely happy and spring rolls which were soggy.
The closest thing to turkey on the menu was roasted duck breast. I was looking forward to this dish but the duck was too tough. Usually, I like the texture of duck very much but this wasn't what I was hoping for. Nice flavour but the meat needed to be more tender or sliced more carefully. My anonymous date overcame his sticker-shock to try the Thai fish entree which was a winner.
The meal was saved by the fantastic warm chocolate cake. If I go to the Taj again for a meal, I'll just have the gnocchi and cake.
Happy belated Canadian Thanksgiving!
Also, congratulations to Galipette who was commenter #14 on my giveaway post! Watch your mail box for a package, but not too soon because mail is slow to reach the outside world from here.