Toddled off and checked out (you can't do late checkout
except in person), and JanAZ picked me up and took me to
the new digs that she and Dave had just moved into, in a
nice part of, I'm not sure, Glendale I think, maybe Peoria,
they're all the same to me. Said hi to the dogs and the new
ocicat, had a glass of Eagle Rare with Dave, and then off to
Tandoori Times 2, as Dave gets to have Indian food only when
Jan gets outvoted, or something.

This is in a strip mall off W. Bell and doesn't look
particularly Indian, but what the heck, the customers coming
in at the same time we did did, and that was a good sign.

We were told to sit anywhere and chose a biggish table, good
thing as we ended up with a biggish amount of food.

Spent an inordinate time over the biggish menu and then
pondered with the help of the waiter why 2 small Kingfishers
cost the same as one big one but contain 2 oz more beer, so
there's a stupidity penalty for ordering one big beer.

Garlic naan was fluffy and crisp, well done, not too
garlicky. Dave, enthusiastic about the opportunity, ordered
a tandoori lamb boti wrap cut in thirds for our appetizer.
It was quite nice but I think a way of recycling precooked
lamb from the previous meal.

Jan had tandoori lamb chops, well marinated but of course
not very spicy, nicely flavored and tender. Dave's lamb
korma was smooth and delicious; it was made with cashews,
which is sort of normal in my experience, but he said that
he'd had it only made with almonds before. I think that I
frequent classier Indian restaurants than he does.

My choice was what they spell as bengun bhartha - redolent
with ginger and onions, it was surprisingly the spiciest
dish on the table. I enjoyed it, but other baingan bhartas
I've had, including those I've made myself, have sweeter
spicing and some tomato.

The house rice is very good, so we had refills on that;
also more garlic naan.

No room for dessert, but we were full and happy.

Next day, Jan and I met TransWorldOne at Maryvale to see
the Mariners and Brewers. A gorgeous day was not enough to
bring out more than 2371 fans watch an exciting seesaw game,
in which the visitors jumped out to a 3-0 lead, which became
7-3 the other way, then tied at 7-7, with the Brewers taking
it 9-7 on a walkoff homer by someone named McGeehee.

During slow moments, there was tolerable park fare from a
Bill Johnson's catering stand. I had a half rack of ribs
(good pork, rubbed with a sugar rub, cooked right though a
bit light on the smoke; the sauce on the side was diabetes
central) with cole slaw, most of which I gave to Jan, who
had a pulled chicken sandwich hold the bun. The guy offered
to give her some extra chicken to make up, but she declined.

The best beers in this stadium are Budweiser American Ale
(reddish, slightly hoppier than all-American beer, not
nearly so attractive as the craft brews that it is designed
to compete with), and Michelob Amber Bock, which though
sweet has some character.

Funnel cake was greasy and sugary, and I'm glad I had only a
couple bites.