Kolam: Indian Restaurant

For my mom's birthday dinner last Tuesday, we went to the Indian restaurant, Kolam, for the first time. My parents had been begging me and my sister to try Indian food since we moved to Connecticut four years ago, but we refused each time. So when my mom's 50th birthday rolled around, of course, this is where she chose to dine. The whole car ride there, my sister and I glared at our parents through the mirrors- furious with the fact that we were being FORCED to eat this revolting type of food. When we arrived at the restaurant and I was haneded a menu, it took me 20 minutes to find something that even sounded halfway appealing. After debating between Kozhi Chettinad, Balti Murgh, and the Chapla Pulusu, I decided that the Balti Murgh would probably make me feel the least sick to my stomach. We got our food and my mom and dad scarfed down their dishes immediately, but I just stared aimlessly at mine, the strong scent of chilli and spices seeping up my nose. Actually, it smelled pretty good. I wanted to prove a point to my parents, but eventually I gave in, cut off a piece of the chicken,and cautiously placed it into my mouth. My eyes closed and the delicious flavor encompassed my mouth. This was the most appetizing piece of food I had ever tasted in my life. Why hadn't I been willing to try Indian food earlier? My family and I make sure to eat either lunch or dinner at Kolam once every month or so, since it is now all of our favorite restaurant.
-Lydia B