Late night Curry on Brick Lane

So I've been back from LA now for over a week. Still feeling jet lagged and worn out. What a dullard.

I went for my first ever curry on the notorious Brick Lane on Friday night.
It was a fun experience, I love the way all the restaurant owners haggle with you in the street.
Each standing outside their own entrance, protecting their turf.

After fighting off the first few restaurant owners (we wanted to get further than just two meters into curry paradise) we sucummed to a very persuasive man.
We offered us two free drinks each and £10 all in menu. Sold, to the pushy man waving menus in our faces.

The lads, per usual, each ordered a Madras, soon to find out, as usual, it was too hot to eat.
But boys will be boys,
And one of the lads even said: "You're not a man if you can't handle a hot curry."
He clearly didn't think about that one.

We then ventured off down Brick Lane to a dingy boozer before ending the night in Hoxton Square.
Good times.



It didn't take long for the Jagermeister shots to come out.



At the Hoxton Hotel before the night got rowdy