Rod and Paul do Kettering one more time

Paul and Karen came by my parents on Saturday night. Karen went out with Paul’s brother’s wife leaving Paul and I footloose and fancy free in Kettering. Woohoo!

However nowadays whatever place we go is either demolished or changed beyond recognition. And so it was with our trip to the Royal Bengal Indian Restaurant- Kettering’s former first and finest Indian restaurant. Alas the place had fallen on hard times and had turned into some kind of discount curry center. One look was enough and we headed along the street to a newer more up-market dining establishment with blue lights, dry ice and the distinct feeling that we were indeed eating our onion bhaji in a night club. We dined quickly and headed back to our old haunt the Talbot pub which was across town. For the journey Paul produced a couple of miniature bottles of Glenfiddich cold cure and by the time we got the pub I was feeling much better.