It seems that I keep forgetting that I am a lanky white guy. This week I decided to go to lunch with some of the old NVIDIA co-workers at a local Indian food restaurant. The food was good and I was careful to pick things I knew I could handle. Or so I thought. When
I got back to work things seemed to be heating up just a bit in my stomach. Then, of the course of a few hours, that spicy chicken got into a shouting match with my breakfast and things just went downhill from there. Two days later I was still feeling the burn. I
I guess I’m not curry compatible. Which is a shame, because that’s some good food.