It can be reasonably argued that Indian cuisine began the transformation of the British palate from the drabness of the bread-rationing years to the all-corners-of-the-world flavour it is today. Liam and I love a bit of South Asian and Liam cooks up a mean curry (from a recipe, not a jar). Since our return to Blighty, we hadn’t actually stepped out for an Indian. Until recently. We decided to give the Merchants of Spice a go, a highly recommended eatery located in a fine old building on Colegate, a short stroll from our Weaver’s cottage. Did we enjoy the experience? Yes and no. Inside its antique shell, the restaurant was minimalist chic without a hint of the flock wallpaper and chintzy gilt of old and the mood was sophisticated and buzzy. The bhajis were disappointingly dry but the rest of the food was fine, plentiful and served up in elegant dishes. So why my reticence? Well, the set-price three course menu advertised on a board outside was off menu by the time we took our seats. But my main gripe was the service from the over-familiar waiters. They pestered us like wasps at a picnic, interrupting every conversation and force-filling our glasses. It brought back unhappy memories of certain Turkish restaurants we learned to avoid. The rapid-fire courses prevented us from making a meal of our meal and our gentle pleas to slow things down fell on deaf ears. If we’d wanted fast food, we’d have gone to McDonalds.
Perking the Pansies 
I know what you mean. We have the same problem there. You want to relax. Expect to wait a bit for your food. When it comes the darn server continues to hound you to compliment the meal from the moment you begin to swallow and every five minutes afterwards. Leave me ALONE. Please. 😀
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Annoying isn’t it? Really don’t know why they do it. We won’t be going back.
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🙂
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A strategic foot stuck out from under the table might has dissuaded the over attentive waiter. But if you two will insist on being so glamourous no wonder the chap can’t leave you alone.
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It’s a nice thought but I think they were playing us for their tip which ended up being rather small 🙂
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. . best avoided, old chap – a rude response to their rudeness may feel very satisfying but then you never know what they’ll serve up in the next course!
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I’ll be munching on Liam’s bhajis from now on. The best in Norwich and no annoying distractions to spoil the meal. 🙂
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by the by – tried to load comments on previous but couldn’t so in response ‘Bang-Bloody-Bang!’
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Seems ok here at pansy HQ. Your thin band width?
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