Getting My Goat

When a menu described a dish as ‘Chunks of Goat’, I had to try it

This was another successful foray into new tastes for me. Despite the waitress’s claims that this was ‘medium’ spicy, my furnace was churning.


When a menu described a dish as ‘Chunks of Goat’, I had to try it

My friend Tara and I went out for Indian food at Bombay West (832 Washington St, Hoboken). I decided to stay on my new mission of trying things out of the ordinary (for me at least). And Indian food is an area where I’ve always settled on playing it safe thanks to my notoriously low tolerance for spicy heat. Not that I don’t like it, I just sweat like a fat congressman under criminal investigation.

I warned Tara of the possibility of salty water gushing from my forehead as I began to peruse the menu for a tasty food escapade. The very first thing that crossed my eyes was Balti Goat. It was described as chunks of fresh goat slowly cooked in an aromatic tomato and ginger based spicy Balti sauce. None of that meant anything to me, except for the part about ‘chunks of goat’. That was enough for me.

This was another successful foray into new tastes for me. Despite the waitress’s claims that this was ‘medium’ spicy, my furnace was churning. But I was enjoying each and every bite, being cautious of the bones. Tara ordered the Chicken Tikka Masala, boneless chicken barbecued in a clay oven, served with a savory curry sauce. I had a taste of that too and it was yummy.

Afterwards, a couple of cold beers at Maxwell’s made for a nice nightcap.

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