Dinner for two, the name…

On many occasions when James and I have been walking around the city he has pointed out a restaurant that he really enjoys. It’s an Indian restaurant, Le Mughal, and it is suppose to have great food. I have only had Indian food a few times in my life and can’t even recall what exactly I have tried.

One evening James and I were going to have a date night and decided to go to dinner here. To our disappointment it was closed for their summer holidays. Since then, I had told myself that I needed to plan a dinner here for the two of us.

At work one recent Friday I tried to locate the restaurant and wasn’t sure if this was the exact one that we had walked by many times. I texted my brother-in-law to verify what the name of the restaurant was and then proceed to figure out if reservations were needed. With the help of a co-worker we called the restaurant and was told that they had 2 seatings, 7:15pm or 9:15pm. I knew that the first time wasn’t an option and wasn’t sure if it was too late to wait for the second. I thought for a while and then decided that the 2nd seating would be fine as we could go have a drink first somewhere.
Once I made the decision to take a reservation I gathered all my courage to call and attempt to make the reservation (in French). No one was answering the phone in the late afternoon but I was finally able to reach them on my way home from work. The gentleman that answered the phone seemed to quickly understand that my French was limited and attempted to respond to me in English a little too. I made the reservation and told him our name. Trying my best to use the correct pronunciation of the French alphabet I gave him our name. I was certain that he wrote a name down but was more certain that the spelling of our name was going to be WAY off.

That evening James and I shared a drink at a local restaurant and then I proceeded to take him to the restaurant for dinner. I was using my Google gps to try and locate the restaurant without him knowing. While trying to figure out which direction to walk he tried to help with looking at the map. Within a second he was giggling and knew where we were going. I said “you know where we are going by just knowing the name of the street?” He said “yeah, we are going to the Indian restaurant!”

We arrived at the restaurant and James gave them our name, to my surprise it was close enough to whatever they had written down during our phone call and proceeded to seat us at our table. We enjoyed some amazing food! Everything was truly delicious. From my other experiences eating Indian food I remembered having naan, but I don’t think that I had ever seen naan with cheese in it. Maybe that is an added specialty for the French palate.

Our appetizers

My dinner, butter chicken

James dinner, lamb

At one point James asked who I had make the reservation for me. He guessed that I had a friend or co-worker do it or that I completed the reservation online. I told him that I had made the reservation and that I was sure that the restaurant was expecting 2 people for 9:15pm under the name Lazer, so not our last name, really not even close. However it all worked out and I was pretty proud to surprise him for a date night at a place he truly enjoys.

A million dollar smile! I am one lucky wife!