FSL Does Bollywood

Sidenote: I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I had this post ready quite awhile ago, and I completely forgot to post it. This took place the last weekend in September. FSL has been on hiatus due to a busy October for the four of us. Hopefully the game will be back on soon. And by game, I don't mean football. Cheers.

MG

Change of Plans

Damn you, Paul.

Nobody likes being lied to, Paul. We really counted on your expertise. And you failed us, Paul. Oh, “sure, we’ll have lanes open on Sunday,” you said. “Bowl your little hearts out,” you said. [dramatization] And then we get to the Lunar Bowl to be told by some snotty 19 year old with a bad dye job that, alas, there are no lanes available until 9:30. You’re a gutter slut, Paul. Thanks to you, the only strike on Sunday, September 24 was on your soul.

I’m crying because I’m happy.

So, thanks to Paul and his brazen lies, dreams of rented bowling shoes and big, heavy balls never came true. What were four ready-to-knock-em-down girls to do with their decorative knee socks and bowling shirts? Flaunt their bowling style at an Indian restaurant, of course. So the girls visited an Indian restaurant named Bollywood. Their FSL attitude was enough to fill a banquet hall, so, fortunately, they had the entire restaurant to themselves. Literally.

The girls ordered their alcoholic beverages (or at least the ones that the server understood how to make… which pretty much included whatever was on tap) and an appetizer that resembled crackers, which was served with three dipping sauces. Karen, on a dare (made by none other than herself) spooned a LOT of the hottest sauce onto her cracker and downed it in one fell swoop. She cried a little.

This tastes like funnel cake chicken!

Turns out that lamb can actually taste like funnel cake. In mass “what to order?” confusion, the girls decided on an appetizer plate that offered several choices. It was a meal based on trust, as everything on the plate looked pretty nondescript and could’ve passed for battered monkey tongue.

Note: somehow, when you batter something, fry it, and serve it on a platter, it always manages to be delicious. Lamb fits into this category. Maybe if more vegetables were battered, fried, and served on a platter, more children would eat them. Just a thought.

The specific entrees ordered had funny names. You know, “funny” as in “not English.” But here’s the gist of what was ordered:

Janessa: Some chicken dish with peppers served over rice.

Dana: Some chicken dish in a mango-coconut sauce served over rice

Megan: Same chicken dish as Dana’s

Karen: Some lamb dish served over rice.

Overall, the consensus was “it’s good!” Although no shots were taken or beer spilled upon realization.

Sweet balls!

Maybe it’s because we were the only four people in the restaurant. Maybe they were left over from last week and the kitchen was trying to get rid of them. Maybe it’s customary in Indian culture. Whatever the case, our server brought us two… well, balls, which she told us was “dessert” in her thick accent. They were the best tasting balls a girl could ever imagine.

Shall we shop?

The bowling theme was shot, and the entire evening was played out by ear. So why not shop? After all, the World Market WAS only a few stores down.

Jewelry was tried on. Pillows were discussed. Chocolate-covered gummy bears were purchased. Pina colada-flavored lip balm was fawned over (and bought, and used, thankyouverymuch). Something about World Market puts your average female consumer into a frenzy. And it was the perfect post-dessert to follow dinner. Ahh, shopping.

A bi-week for the FSL.

No FSL event is scheduled for next week. But don’t worry. Dedicated eating athletes would never let the Supper League simply become a Fantasy. Check back the week after next for eating stats and stories on your favorite FSL playas.

Photos Here!