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February 24, 2012
Eighteen hours after devouring two vegetable samosas, an entire order of malai kofta with rice, and garlic naan with one friend, I'm back in the same seat across the table from another friend, ordering the same thing with a wry smile and a faux-casual shoulder shrug. In the interim between my two guest appearances, the host of this show, our taciturn waiter, has no doubt taken the orders of quite a few other patrons, yet I'm convinced he remembers my order from yesterday, is comparing it to today's, and is having a hearty chortle with his cronies in the kitchen.