The glorious evening began in a townie sports bar called Chappy’s Bar and Grill.  Situated in the affluent Milford shopping district, flush with great restaurants, Porsche driving Yuppies and many overpriced boutiques, Chappy’s somehow still managed to be a total shit hole.  The President, Joshua Vincent Falter, first of his name, glory be to the blazer, arrived promptly at 5:00 to welcome his fellow Curry Club members.  The President was not surprised to find Member Leom Holley was the first to the bar after working his brutal 10-2 shift for Core Tech.  The President graciously offered to purchase Member Leom’s second drink, which he accepted, but quickly regretted as the President discovered that not only was Member Holley drinking Rum and Coke, but he insisted on having his ice served separately so that he could add individual cubes as needed to his beverage so as to maintain a proper temperature while not watering down his hillbilly kool aid.

 

After quaffing a few lukewarm libations at Chappy’s, the party migrated to Ann India.  Situated in a mid-70s modern style strip mall, Ann India is also the newest Curry establishment in Cincinnati, having just opened less than 6 months ago.  The party arrived to find seating for the Curry Club was properly placed in the location of utmost importance in the restaurant, which was of course in the dead center of everything.  As seats were taken, the clouds simultaneously gave way, letting the blinding light of the Sun come streaming through the front of the restaurant, straight into the retinas of every member of the Curry Club, except for Member Butler, who sat at the head of the table with his back to the sun.  Reminiscent of traditional paintings of Jesus with a halo around his head, Member Butler sat shrouded in sunlight for the majority of the meal whilst the rest of the table squinted in his general direction.

 

Upon taking our seats and getting initial drinks, the President quickly noticed that the establishment did not serve alcoholic beverages, and being the benevolent and giving President that he is, he, along with Member Lukas, raced to Kroger’s to pick up proper beverages for the meal.  These beverages of course included a fine selection of imported Mexican lagers and a case of Coors Light in honor of Alan Patten and his lifelong love of the mountains.

 

As the beer, curry and complimentary Papadum began to flow (kudos to Member Henderson who procured the complimentary Papadums while the President was procuring alcohol), Member Holley recognized the waitress from a Hyde Park curry restaurant.  She, of course, did not remember him despite the fact that he had seen her many times, further reinforcing the belief that not only is Member Holley creepy to waitresses, but he’s also remarkably forgettable.

 

Great conversation spread through the group like a VD at a Wurtz family reunion, and in no time the group had run the gamut from talking about Eric’s wife’s surgery (we do hope the transition is going well) to the fine odors emanating from the water closets within the establishment.

 

Food was found to be quite tasty with generous meat portions, though, as is often the case, the Spice Queen’s of the group were not satisfied by the high level of heat, including Member Leonard, who requested the Indian 6 out of 6 and was somewhat disappointed in the delivery.  In contrast, Member Amos hoped aloud that his spice would be so low that it would be considered an antacid.  It should addtionally be noted that some members were forced to wait an additional 10 minutes for their food while others were already eating, though this was widely agreed to be acceptable as the impacted members were deemed to be the unsavories of the group anyway.

 

As bellies full of curry and fine imported lagers gave way to stretches and impending food comas, the group discussed the normal logistics.  Member Joni was again removed from the club by unanimous vote, although Member Holley did abstain out of fear of retribution, while Member Lukas did also note that he quite enjoyed Joni’s oft used pick-up line, ‘You dropped something….your smile’.  It was further unanimously decided that we should create a Google account for the club, which will be used to provide our ratings for the restaurant on a public forum each month.  Member Taggert was volunteered for this responsibility, which he spoke nary a word in opposition of.

 

The meal ended with votes being tallied for a very respectable average score of 7.56.  Feedback included:

• Location was a long haul for northerners and westerners
• Location could use some blinds
• Plentiful meat
• Nice smelling restroom (noted 3 times)
• Excellent food and flavour
• Friendly staff
• Below Average Pomps

 

The conclusion of the evening reached a crescendo with Member Amos being elected as the next president of CASACC.  We all look forward to your time as President, Member Amos.  Glory be to the blazer!