I ate too much Indian food and now my tum-tum hurts

Like most trials and tribulations of the century, this one also begins West of the 405.

After work, I headed North on Centinela to the 90. Next, I got on the 405, then the 10 where I got off on Bundy where I was meeting my dear, yet self-absorbed friend, Adam, to play tennis.

He won 7–6 (9–7 in the tie-breaker). But that’s neither here nor there.

Upon my recovering from my heartbreaking loss, I decided to order Indian food for pickup. India’s Tandoori, on Wilshire in Brentwood boasts a 4.5 Stars on Yelp and is even featured in Zagat.

I ordered Vegetarian Samos (3 pcs), Garlic Naan, Chicken Tikka and Sag Paneer for “Barry.” Much like our 44th President, I also don’t like having to spell out my name over the phone. Unlike our 44th President, my middle name inadvertently led me to creating an email that contains the unfortunate segment “brosenthal.”

The food was delicious, but now my tum-tum hurts.

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