THE HIMALAYAN SALT/これでいいのだ : THE HIMALAYAN SALT

Is this wide road Nakayama-dori? I walked east from Meiji-dori and there was a popular Western Western Cuisine to the south. If you walk along the alley, which is roughly east-west, and head south, you will see a shopping street with a lot of people passing by. Is that Jizo-dori Shopping Street? I thought so and walked along, and it was, but I couldn't find Western Cuisine restaurant I had my eye on there... <2024.1.7> Should I go down the path of needles or the path of pins? At the watershed where I could choose to head towards Sugamo or return to Meiji-dori, I chose to go west, that is, towards Meiji-dori, because I had a vague memory of there being two or three local Chinese restaurants on that route, but in fact the tram tracks crossed over before I could find them! And there was an Indian restaurant open for business... I didn't want to go, but if I continued on to Meiji-dori I would have no choice but to take a Tokyo bus again to Ikebukuro, but then I wouldn't know why I got off at Nishi-Sugamo! So, I decided that since I had made so many sacrifices, I would keep fighting until I was completely wiped out to avenge the loss of those who had died! In keeping with the Japanese spirit of the old Japanese army, I was prepared to die at the last minute and entered "THE HIMALAYAN SALT". In stark contrast to the bustle of Jizo-dori on the Sugamo side, there were no customers in the dimly lit store. The staff seemed a little rougher than usual Indians, but I wonder if it was okay? (lol) You can choose from two types of curry, "Keema and Vegetable" @880. The salad that was delivered first was not a small bowl of shredded carrots and cabbage that is typical of Indian restaurants, but a large bowl with lettuce, which was a pleasant surprise. The curry arrives, but it spills out of the huge SUS tray. It's not particularly big for today's Indian food, but the naan has kissed the voluptuous blue velvet that reminds me of Isabella Rossellini's naked body. I think it would be too obscene to rub the tray and pull it out, so I refrain myself and begin to tear the naan apart using a long-distance controller. As the daughter of Roberto Rossellini and Incred Bergman, Isabella Rossellini would have been a thoroughbred in the film industry. Why did she dare to perform such a physical performance, even exposing her loose body after she had passed her prime? (I hope that today's Japanese actresses can learn what true physical performance is, especially Nagasawa Masami.) And why is it that the more loose a woman's body is, the more erotic it becomes? Furthermore, as I was thinking about this, I finished eating the excess part of the naan, and finally pulled the SUS tray towards me, and somehow I felt a sense of accomplishment, as if I had pretty much finished my work for the day (lol). "Is the curry okay?" However, what the man in the dining area, who I thought was a little rough, said was the same as any other Indian. When I asked myself into thin air whether it was okay to have a curry that was already made, mass-produced, and spicy, at the tandoori-bizza style Indian restaurants that have sprung up recently, I couldn't help but feel that it was just the spiciness of a chili powder sprinkled on top, and I felt as if I heard the voice of some genius father reach me from Togenuki Jizo, saying, "This is fine!"