A Goa Restaurant

The Goa restaurant was in a quiet neighbourhood a place with small shops selling domestic wares of the things needed for everyday use a place I would like to live instead of in a tower block on entering the restaurant, I took a direct aversion of the dark blue brocade covering the chairs and also of the golden-painted walls, but let it pass. The food we were served was good but ordinary In the Indian style, they tend to use the same spices so, all dishes that, in the end, taste the same. We drank cold beer, and later, my wife had ice cream and I had a cup of strong coffee. When I lived in England, I used to after the pubs closed go to an Asian restaurant to drink some more and eat chicken with fries, but I can’t remember if the food was any good; the question is: am I racist, or is it that I simply like European cuisine.