The Gang leaves Manhattan - Jackson Diner (Moving on up)

I get off at the subway stop near my apt and burp.
A yummy spinach curried taste escapes my lips.
The sound and smell of a job well done at Jackson Diner.



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I concur, A-Stock!!!! See pics below!!! -al




Mary and our new hottie fat bastard, Andrew!







And the plates were licked clean!











Goat Curry, Lamb curry, Saag Paneer, Nan, tandoori chicken, roasted mushrooms, chick peas... yum :-)

In the only disappointment of the evening, the otherwise sublime saag paneer was timidly spiced. Taking cues from our experience at Nyonya two weeks ago, Mary brazenly challenged the waiter to add 'some chilies'. Deciding to humor us, he silently swept away our plates and returned minutes later with a new dish piled high with lustrous green curry. Obviously our genial waiter did not trust the strength of the white on white girls' palates: the replacement was indistinguishable from the first. On the subway we wondered what had transpired in those few moments in the kitchen (did they spit in our food as in kitchen confidential? piss? cough?)


BTW, the 7 train is fucking awesome! Mary, Aaron and I were serenaded by the highly entertaining and surprisingly dead-on vituperation of Bush's foreign policy by a very short and impeccably dressed Asian man with a flare for performance. Slightly intoxicated after two glasses of special indian "white" wine (i.e. blush), we began to sing along with the Jefferson's theme song ("Moving on up") around the 2nd or 3rd round of "Viva America! You can go down or you can go up!."