Not Indian, but I remember being out in Manchester and sat next to a family of four (a man, a woman and the woman’s 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 “orr norr… they carn’t eat food this spicy every day… are yer seriously tellin me that t’Thais eat food this spicy all t’time? nah… yer havin me on” and the mum fanning her mouth going “it’s burnin me mouth!” for about twenty minutes.
What were they having? Pad grapao.
Eventually the mum gave up and ordered omelette and chips.
