Naan and Curry

When I worked in coffee, I worked the early morning shift because that was when you made the most tips. At 5:30 in the morning, you get to know your co-workers very well, and sometimes know more about their lives and routines than they do.It was early in the morning, glossing over favorite movies and what you had for dinner last night, that I learned about Naan and Curry.
Certainly not the best Indian/Pakistani food in the city (it is a chain after all,) the Naan and Curry on Irving street will always have a place in my heart.
By growing up refusing all types of condiments on my food, later in life when I discovered hot sauce on pizza and what type of salad dressing I could actually stand I discovered a new world of tastes. I started chasing down all things spicy, from salsa to Arribita, and as my stomach grew stronger my tastes became more varied, and I decided to try new things.
The food at Naan and Curry knocked my shoes off. Although I had no idea how to eat it(use the naan as a tortilla?) I fell in love with saffron and the other spices which made my curry sizzle. I always get the paneer tika masala, and got so involved in the dish that I tried making it myself. I discovered they hide chiles in the began bartha, much like the beans at taquerias. When I started eating seafood again, I was finally able to try vindaloo, the hottest of the curries. I had started a new Sunday tradition for myself: enough Naan and Curry and beer during the Simpsons to give me sweaty nightmares.
Although I've branched out and found more other Indian food restaurants, each with their own subtle changes to recipes I know so well, I still get excited when I return to my first, and that will always be Naan and Curry on Irving.