The first visit last week saw my companions and I ordering a few different dishes. I went for Mutton Gosht, and my pals went for Chicken Tikka Masala and Dal Fry. To compliment this, we ordered Chicken Tikka, papad, and three bottles of Kingfisher (deja vu). I also asked for Basmati, even though it wasn't on the menu. The manager gave me a reassuring look and went to tell the chefs to do me a plate (think it's usually reserved for the biriyanis, but it's sometimes worth pushing for just in case they have it).
The papad and beers came first, along with a complimentary dish of fried chicken skin. The papad were the soft variety - I prefer the crispy/oily type, but they were nice enough. Not a massive fan of the old chicken skin either, but this version was not bad at all, and especially when washed down with a few Kingfishers (until there was none left in the fridge).
Friend: "I'm eating a fantasy of India, so I've stopped enjoying it."
Me: "Still nice though, eh? Even though it was invented in the UK."
Friend: "So I'm eating two inauthentic types of Indian food."
Me: "Thankfully there are websites around these days to educate people. How was the Tikka?"
Friend: "Inauthentic. It was invented in Birmingham."
Me: "Don't be cynical. Is this the best curry in Chiba?"
Friend: "No. Near my house is better. But they are inauthentic. But their naans are even more inauthentic than you get here, so that makes it much, much better."
I stopped asking questions at that stage ;)