After being taken to a table my parents were in charge. They have always been fond of Chicken Madras, which is quite hot and nicely flavoured, but on that first occasion I imagine I had a plain chicken curry instead with pilau rice.
The meal was started with poppadoms, which we loaded with the chutneys and relishes on the table. The heat of the lime pickle would have made my head pop, but the mango chutney and yogurt based dishes were there to cool me.
Without choosing a starter - you always have so much food it seems unnecessary, however much you may want to - the main dishes arrived and the aroma of the spices, the decor of the restaurant and the sound of the gentle music taking me to an exotic land far away, with the flavours and heat of the spices adding to the whole atmosphere of exoticism.
That first curry though was what did it for me and one of the things I miss about not living in England is finding a good curry. I think that I've managed to find my way to an Indian restaurant every time I've been back to visit, but although there are a lack of Indian restaurants in Barcelona I do have the solution; to make them myself.
Luckily it is easy to get the ingredients I need to cook various chicken curry recipes, including one given to me by my mum, and so you can almost guarantee that once a week if you arrive at my front door in the evening you'll spell the delicious scent of spices in the air.