Not Indian, but I remember being out in Manchester and sat next to a family of four (a man, a woman and the womanās parents) from one of these backwards Lancashire shitholes in a Thai restaurant and overhearing their conversation at various points.
It basically consisted of the dad just going āorr norrā¦ they carnāt eat food this spicy every dayā¦ are yer seriously tellin me that tāThais eat food this spicy all tātime? nahā¦ yer havin me onā and the mum fanning her mouth going āitās burnin me mouth!ā for about twenty minutes.
What were they having? Pad grapao.
Eventually the mum gave up and ordered omelette and chips.
