When I was 19 me and 2 buddies went to Canada for a 3 day weekend to drink ourselves silly. We were making a pretty good job of it, too. One night, I forget which, my buddy decided he wanted Indian food for dinner. I'd never had Indian food before, so I was excited to try something new. That is, until the plate got there. For some reason, they had a light with a red bulb in it right over the table. There was saffron rice, glowing orange. Right next to it was what appeared to be a pile of vomit, tinged with blood. My stomach and bowels told me in no uncertain terms what would occur if I ate that mess. Instead, I had them stop at McDonald's so I could get a couple of burgers and some fries as a bed for the alcohol. Still haven't tried Indian food and still not sure I want to.