It looks like you're trying to destroy Pittsburgh! Would you like some help? [YES][NO]

The new Bombay Bistro at 183 and Braker just opened:

Best Indian Food I've EVER had. EVER. The papadum chutneys were miles better than the other restaurants in the area, the Aloo Paratha was choc full of onions, the Chicken Vindaloo was to die for, and the Raita was incredible. The portions were HUGE.

That said, I'm never going back there. Why? 'Cause service matters.

When we got there and sat down, our server took out drink order. He called me "Sir." And then he called Dean "Sir." That got my goat, but nothing that would kill an experience. I corrected him when he called me sir. "That's Ma'am, actually."

He got me a Coke, and took my order...with three more "YEs, sirs." Each time I corrected him. That was really annoying, but he got it after a while. There was one "YEs, Ssssssss....." and he finally begam calling me ma'am.

The wait for the food took an INCREDIBLY long time. I'm not joking when I say there was a 30 minute wait for the food. At most Indian places I've never had to wait more than ten minutes. Maybe once or twice 15. But thirty?

And then the meal is over...there's a lot of food left, at least 3/4 of a bowl of raita, 1/2 bowl of Vindaloo and Korma, and a bowl and a quarter of rice, as well as two pieces of Aloo PAratha. That's a LOT of food.

We get our boxes and leave...and when we get home, we find that hardly any of our food is in the boxes. The parathas are gone there's very little vindaloo in my box, and get this, almost NO rice in any box, and, the best part of it was in Dean's box:

They poured the raita on one of the little indented bowl thingies on the styrofoam box. That doesn't sound all that bad, right? Well, Imagine you have the standard three part styrofoam box. Put a nice big portion of mashed potatoes and gravy in the main partition. Then add Vegetable Soup in the other two partitions, and see how long it takes for the vegetable soup to fly everywhere.

The food was excellent A+ first class. The service sucked rocks.

So if you're hankerin' for Indian Food, go to Star of India (my favorite place) or Taj Palace (Dean's favorite). The food isn't as good as Bombay Bistro, but you'll get hot food, and warm service.

It looks like you're trying to destroy Pittsburgh! Would you like some help? [YES][NO]

The new Bombay Bistro at 183 and Braker just opened:

Best Indian Food I've EVER had. EVER. The papadum chutneys were miles better than the other restaurants in the area, the Aloo Paratha was choc full of onions, the Chicken Vindaloo was to die for, and the Raita was incredible. The portions were HUGE.

That said, I'm never going back there. Why? 'Cause service matters.

When we got there and sat down, our server took out drink order. He called me "Sir." And then he called Dean "Sir." That got my goat, but nothing that would kill an experience. I corrected him when he called me sir. "That's Ma'am, actually."

He got me a Coke, and took my order...with three more "YEs, sirs." Each time I corrected him. That was really annoying, but he got it after a while. There was one "YEs, Ssssssss....." and he finally begam calling me ma'am.

The wait for the food took an INCREDIBLY long time. I'm not joking when I say there was a 30 minute wait for the food. At most Indian places I've never had to wait more than ten minutes. Maybe once or twice 15. But thirty?

And then the meal is over...there's a lot of food left, at least 3/4 of a bowl of raita, 1/2 bowl of Vindaloo and Korma, and a bowl and a quarter of rice, as well as two pieces of Aloo PAratha. That's a LOT of food.

We get our boxes and leave...and when we get home, we find that hardly any of our food is in the boxes. The parathas are gone there's very little vindaloo in my box, and get this, almost NO rice in any box, and, the best part of it was in Dean's box:

They poured the raita on one of the little indented bowl thingies on the styrofoam box. That doesn't sound all that bad, right? Well, Imagine you have the standard three part styrofoam box. Put a nice big portion of mashed potatoes and gravy in the main partition. Then add Vegetable Soup in the other two partitions, and see how long it takes for the vegetable soup to fly everywhere.

The food was excellent A+ first class. The service sucked rocks.

So if you're hankerin' for Indian Food, go to Star of India (my favorite place) or Taj Palace (Dean's favorite). The food isn't as good as Bombay Bistro, but you'll get hot food, and warm service.

How to make sure you don't go back to sleep, even if you really want to:

1) Lie down, and go to sleep. Make sure it's a nice peaceful sleep with a good dream going.
2) Roll over and smack your head into a wall REALLY DAMNED HARD.

Well, I need to clean house anyway....

How to make sure you don't go back to sleep, even if you really want to:

1) Lie down, and go to sleep. Make sure it's a nice peaceful sleep with a good dream going.
2) Roll over and smack your head into a wall REALLY DAMNED HARD.

Well, I need to clean house anyway....

Disturbing.

There was a friend of mine in the Early 90s. He was an excellent artist and photographer. But he was also a horndog. I never thought much of it, half the people I hung out with were horndogs, wether it was furries, anime girls, or whatnot. But he was pretty bad about it, more so than the others. We'll get back to this.

We worked together at a comic store, money went missing, it wasn't either of our faults (we know who it was, and if I ever see them again, I'l punch 'em). He was fired first, I stayed on a few month more, then I was fired. Those few months I had the job and he didn't, he called me every day to whine and complain that I didn't quit my job. when I was fired, he called me every day to remind me that I didn't quit my job. Eventually I got tired of it. I moved to Pennsylvania, and that killed the calls.

Had he not been such a whiner, I prolly would have gone into business with him. In fact, I kind of regretted losing contact with him because we had a plan to start a rival comic company after we both felt burned from Antarctic. With his art, and my writing, we could have had some decent books out there.

He was sentenced to five years for inducing a sexual performance of a minor and possession of child pornography as part of a photoshoot.

Maybe it was a good that we never worked together after all....

Disturbing.

There was a friend of mine in the Early 90s. He was an excellent artist and photographer. But he was also a horndog. I never thought much of it, half the people I hung out with were horndogs, wether it was furries, anime girls, or whatnot. But he was pretty bad about it, more so than the others. We'll get back to this.

We worked together at a comic store, money went missing, it wasn't either of our faults (we know who it was, and if I ever see them again, I'l punch 'em). He was fired first, I stayed on a few month more, then I was fired. Those few months I had the job and he didn't, he called me every day to whine and complain that I didn't quit my job. when I was fired, he called me every day to remind me that I didn't quit my job. Eventually I got tired of it. I moved to Pennsylvania, and that killed the calls.

Had he not been such a whiner, I prolly would have gone into business with him. In fact, I kind of regretted losing contact with him because we had a plan to start a rival comic company after we both felt burned from Antarctic. With his art, and my writing, we could have had some decent books out there.

He was sentenced to five years for inducing a sexual performance of a minor and possession of child pornography as part of a photoshoot.

Maybe it was a good that we never worked together after all....