Christmas may be coming, but we still had one more place to visit.
How would it do, compared with last year?
Extra effort was clearly not part of their tactics.
All seemed happier with the food - even the late arriver!
Total improved on last year though.
It is not just about the food - the sloping floor up was extra special!
Not much can be said about just one complimentary drink though!
Good time altogether.
But back to the details of the night.
An extra guest, on top of the two allowed, arrived.
Special games involved in finding the writer of this piece
Tragically, I lost on a technicality
All was forgiven by our Chair who does not hold a grudge!
Rasoi didn't stay open to entertain afterwards
Dismal report - but the message is in there somewhere.
Wednesday, 15 December 2010
Saturday, 30 October 2010
EASTERN PROMISE VISIT OCTOBER 8TH 2010
In our bright waistcoats, the club set off
To Herstmonceux, some curry to scoff.
The food was fab and the beer was cold,
We were looked after well, the truth be told.
The poppadom was hard on Henry¹s ring,
But we all know he¹s used to that sort of thing.
A nearby table gave us chutney to taste -
It was hotter than hot, but none went to waste.
Brave Gibson sweated his way through a korma
Which probably made his poor bot quite soreŠma (what? You want poetry, finda poet)
Great staff, good food, free drinks, the lot,
It was worth going out on a night not so hot.
And before we finished and walked out the door
83.85% was the final score.
LoveMatt
To Herstmonceux, some curry to scoff.
The food was fab and the beer was cold,
We were looked after well, the truth be told.
The poppadom was hard on Henry¹s ring,
But we all know he¹s used to that sort of thing.
A nearby table gave us chutney to taste -
It was hotter than hot, but none went to waste.
Brave Gibson sweated his way through a korma
Which probably made his poor bot quite soreŠma (what? You want poetry, finda poet)
Great staff, good food, free drinks, the lot,
It was worth going out on a night not so hot.
And before we finished and walked out the door
83.85% was the final score.
LoveMatt
Sunday, 19 September 2010
Monday, 13 September 2010
The Rose of Bengal - 10th September 2010
Restaurant: Rose Of Bengal
Address:2-3 Crowborough Hill, Crowborough, East Sussex TN6 1DG
Tel: 01892 662252
Date: 10.09.2010
Report by Justin - again!
The evening was a much anticipated event being at the outer limit of our range - almost constiuting an "Away" match. It is a restaurant with a good local reputation. Below is the interior:
The party of Mango Chutney Club "irregulars" arrived gathered around 7.30pm, starting with the traditional "we curry no favour" toast.
Popadoms arrived at around 8pm and whilst being loaded with onions, chutney and lime pickle and drinking Cobras orders were taken at 8.15. Hadow the Currymaster General, conducted the grand popadometer test with an excellent result.
At 8.40 Mark made a presentation to Hadow of an important piece of literature which included detailed anatomical studies of a species originating from the geographically specific area of Asia Minor.
Then Henry, praise to his name, developed a new game which was to guess something - and I was closest or furthest away which meant that I ended up writing this review - yet again!
At 8.50 Henry the Wonderous leader fined James Gibson for making 4 phone calls to a member in Denmark. Starters arrived at 8.52 and they went down very well - general consencus was excellent, although the scoring will tell!
At 9pm the Badge award ceremony commenced. Badges were awarded for participation in our storming success at the Uckfield float. James, Richard, Bob Henry, Alan and Dave (although James said Dave was rubbish).
At 9.30 main courses arrived, again all very good and all finished by 10.00 - a good sign. The general comments were excellent and the majority really enjoyed their meals - wait for the scores
At 10.25 a game of Spoof was initiated which culminated in the final between Justin and Dave ...and what a final it was! I won!
At 11.03 Christos (below) was celebrated as Man of the Month, having come "back from the brink" and we are all pleased to see him out of hospital, where the chances of getting a good curry are non existent!
Complimentary drinks and chocolates were generously provided without any prompt!
As always, judging was firm but fair. Notable scores were Atmosphere: 7.75 out of 10 and food quality a storming 18.5 out of 20! Overall score was an excellent 100.8.
Above is Hadow and numbers man Daryl checking on the fiscal prudency. The bill per person was a reasonable £33.00 per person
The presentation was made by the Grand Curry master General Hadow
Evening ended at 11.50pm. A great evening and a triumph for the Rose of Bengal.
WE CURRY NO FAVOUR!
Address:2-3 Crowborough Hill, Crowborough, East Sussex TN6 1DG
Tel: 01892 662252
Date: 10.09.2010
Report by Justin - again!
The evening was a much anticipated event being at the outer limit of our range - almost constiuting an "Away" match. It is a restaurant with a good local reputation. Below is the interior:
At 8.40 Mark made a presentation to Hadow of an important piece of literature which included detailed anatomical studies of a species originating from the geographically specific area of Asia Minor.
Then Henry, praise to his name, developed a new game which was to guess something - and I was closest or furthest away which meant that I ended up writing this review - yet again!
At 8.50 Henry the Wonderous leader fined James Gibson for making 4 phone calls to a member in Denmark. Starters arrived at 8.52 and they went down very well - general consencus was excellent, although the scoring will tell!
At 9pm the Badge award ceremony commenced. Badges were awarded for participation in our storming success at the Uckfield float. James, Richard, Bob Henry, Alan and Dave (although James said Dave was rubbish).
At 9.30 main courses arrived, again all very good and all finished by 10.00 - a good sign. The general comments were excellent and the majority really enjoyed their meals - wait for the scores
At 10.25 a game of Spoof was initiated which culminated in the final between Justin and Dave ...and what a final it was! I won!
At 11.03 Christos (below) was celebrated as Man of the Month, having come "back from the brink" and we are all pleased to see him out of hospital, where the chances of getting a good curry are non existent!
As always, judging was firm but fair. Notable scores were Atmosphere: 7.75 out of 10 and food quality a storming 18.5 out of 20! Overall score was an excellent 100.8.
WE CURRY NO FAVOUR!
Wednesday, 8 September 2010
Friday 9th July 2010 - Bonani Battle High Street
Friday night was here on with the MCC regalia a knock on the door and we were off heading for Kensington to get the MCC bus (kindly driven by Jeff)
A quick stop on the way at the Café Rasoi to refresh our dry throats after the long walk and on to the bus!
Stopping on the way at the Barley Mow to pick up two more Mcc members sitting out side with empty pint glasses. Next stop Battle.
Entering the curry house to join up with the other Mcc members already there and this months European guest Pete who was quickly made a member and squeezed into a XXL regalia And tying his tie to match the rest of his physic.
A quick round of DRAFT Cobra and on to the Mcc toast (We curry no favour).
The papadoms arrived which had a good result on the papadometer test.
More cobra and on to heads and tails which Dave P won in two rounds (quickest game ever).
Next (the reason I am writing this match report) guess the year that Henry’s relation won the men’s singles at Wimbledon.
Another cobra to drown my sorrows for winning and to be honest I can’t remember any more apart from Mr P reminding me about the fly that they took out of James’s wine with the ice tongs and gave back to him.
A quick stop on the way at the Café Rasoi to refresh our dry throats after the long walk and on to the bus!
Stopping on the way at the Barley Mow to pick up two more Mcc members sitting out side with empty pint glasses. Next stop Battle.
Entering the curry house to join up with the other Mcc members already there and this months European guest Pete who was quickly made a member and squeezed into a XXL regalia And tying his tie to match the rest of his physic.
A quick round of DRAFT Cobra and on to the Mcc toast (We curry no favour).
The papadoms arrived which had a good result on the papadometer test.
More cobra and on to heads and tails which Dave P won in two rounds (quickest game ever).
Next (the reason I am writing this match report) guess the year that Henry’s relation won the men’s singles at Wimbledon.
Another cobra to drown my sorrows for winning and to be honest I can’t remember any more apart from Mr P reminding me about the fly that they took out of James’s wine with the ice tongs and gave back to him.
Friday, 9 July 2010
James' Christmas Outing Report (at last - just 6 months late!!!!!)
Just Put it on My Account
The 1st MCC Away Match In London
Expectations were running high! It was 2.55pm and Justin was packed and I’m not just talking about the contents of his trousers. We were gathered outside Kensington Domestics on the high street awaiting the arrival of the Jeff and the mini-bus to whisk us away to Sevenoaks station to catch the train to Charing Cross. I had bought supplies for the journey from the Co-op, eight cans of Stella, half a bottle of scotch and four bottles of J2O for Jeff. The MCC had never been more ready
It was now 3.05pm and we were getting a little worried. Where was Jeff?
Just as panic was about to set in, Jacqui, with Jeff in the passenger seat, pulled up to the curb next to us in her car. Panic set in! “The bus wouldn’t start.” explained Jeff
Henry with his usual blend of quick thinking and self preservation dived into the back seat and suggested that there was enough room in the car to get four of us to Stonegate station for the 3.23pm train. That left six of us! Dave bravely volunteered to fetch his Zafira and take us to Sevenoaks to catch the train. That act of selflessness still brings a lump to the throat even now.
The race was now on to get to Sevenoaks. Texts were being exchanged between team Henry, who after a drive of only 7 minutes had successfully boarded the train and were hurtling towards London, and team Dave who were, through the lack of consideration from other road users driving slowly and keeping to the speed limit, were struggling to keep up. Eventually team Dave pulled into Dels office car park and met up with Alan. Henry rang to inform us that they were just pulling out of the station. The race had been lost and that was before they joined the queue for tickets behind a couple trying to buy a cheap, away-day, maxi-saver, travel card. Half an hour later the British Rail employee had finished ripping them off and it was now the turn of Team Dave. Oddly it all went quite smoothly and in the blink of 15 minutes we were on the train. Now we were seated comfortably Paul pointed out that there was no point in carrying all of the lager around so me might as well drink it. So we did!
After a journey made shorter by drinking we pulled into Charing Cross. We disembarked and Del took the lead, guiding us towards our first port of call, THE PUB. We marched through the majesty of the West End towards the promise of an old English pub and a warm pint. After quite literally 5 minutes of constant walking we arrived at The Walkabout. Cold lager and football! Well it was Saturday afternoon. Del and Dave were glued to the wide screen TV’s as the two Premiership Goliaths, Chelsea and Bernlie Burnly, Berny ( Oh sod it! Somewhere near Bolton), kicked of. Meanwhile the MCC welcomed 2 new members, Paul and Alan. The beer was flowing and Chelsea scored first to a great cheer from all of our fellow drinkers except two, Dave and his new friend, Bernleys Burnies Somewhere near Boltons other supporter. Dave need not have worried, Somewhere near Bolton equalized to the sound of two blokes jumping up and down, cheering.
Not all of us were finding the football as spell binding as the rest and someone suggested that we could move on to another pub while the rest watched the match.
We set out to find another venue and one of our group recommended a dance studio that had a bar and alcohol licence. With the MCC members being great patrons of the arts this seem like a perfect pre-dinner venue. We took the tube and one stop later we arrive outside the studio. The helpful commissionaire on the door, resplendent in his uniform of Doctor Martin boots and a black bomber jacket, asked us if we had attended any productions staged by the studios performers before. We all said we hadn’t and he gave us some useful advice on how not to get our heads kicked in, and he then confiscated my emergency bottle of scotch.
Inside it was obvious that like so many of the capitals “theatres” the studio was in need of renovation We quickly decided to sponsor the cutting edge dance interpretation of a contemporary music arrangement, by all putting a pound coin in a beer glass that was being passed round by the performers. One of the members entered into a artistic debate with a very attractive black dance artist and she consented to wear the MCC tie during a performance for a nominal pledge of extra sponsorship. I think that we all found the her elegance and poise spell binding. When she had finished her dance she circulated amongst us and she then agreed to dance on a one-to-one basis wearing the full MCC regalia. Having studied her musical movement techniques closely during her previous performance, I was more than willing to be the first of our group to experience this. I feel that I must admit to finding it impossible to put into words what I saw and that the doggerel that I write would not do it justice.
The 1st MCC Away Match In London
Expectations were running high! It was 2.55pm and Justin was packed and I’m not just talking about the contents of his trousers. We were gathered outside Kensington Domestics on the high street awaiting the arrival of the Jeff and the mini-bus to whisk us away to Sevenoaks station to catch the train to Charing Cross. I had bought supplies for the journey from the Co-op, eight cans of Stella, half a bottle of scotch and four bottles of J2O for Jeff. The MCC had never been more ready
It was now 3.05pm and we were getting a little worried. Where was Jeff?
Just as panic was about to set in, Jacqui, with Jeff in the passenger seat, pulled up to the curb next to us in her car. Panic set in! “The bus wouldn’t start.” explained Jeff
Henry with his usual blend of quick thinking and self preservation dived into the back seat and suggested that there was enough room in the car to get four of us to Stonegate station for the 3.23pm train. That left six of us! Dave bravely volunteered to fetch his Zafira and take us to Sevenoaks to catch the train. That act of selflessness still brings a lump to the throat even now.
The race was now on to get to Sevenoaks. Texts were being exchanged between team Henry, who after a drive of only 7 minutes had successfully boarded the train and were hurtling towards London, and team Dave who were, through the lack of consideration from other road users driving slowly and keeping to the speed limit, were struggling to keep up. Eventually team Dave pulled into Dels office car park and met up with Alan. Henry rang to inform us that they were just pulling out of the station. The race had been lost and that was before they joined the queue for tickets behind a couple trying to buy a cheap, away-day, maxi-saver, travel card. Half an hour later the British Rail employee had finished ripping them off and it was now the turn of Team Dave. Oddly it all went quite smoothly and in the blink of 15 minutes we were on the train. Now we were seated comfortably Paul pointed out that there was no point in carrying all of the lager around so me might as well drink it. So we did!
After a journey made shorter by drinking we pulled into Charing Cross. We disembarked and Del took the lead, guiding us towards our first port of call, THE PUB. We marched through the majesty of the West End towards the promise of an old English pub and a warm pint. After quite literally 5 minutes of constant walking we arrived at The Walkabout. Cold lager and football! Well it was Saturday afternoon. Del and Dave were glued to the wide screen TV’s as the two Premiership Goliaths, Chelsea and Bernlie Burnly, Berny ( Oh sod it! Somewhere near Bolton), kicked of. Meanwhile the MCC welcomed 2 new members, Paul and Alan. The beer was flowing and Chelsea scored first to a great cheer from all of our fellow drinkers except two, Dave and his new friend, Bernleys Burnies Somewhere near Boltons other supporter. Dave need not have worried, Somewhere near Bolton equalized to the sound of two blokes jumping up and down, cheering.
Not all of us were finding the football as spell binding as the rest and someone suggested that we could move on to another pub while the rest watched the match.
We set out to find another venue and one of our group recommended a dance studio that had a bar and alcohol licence. With the MCC members being great patrons of the arts this seem like a perfect pre-dinner venue. We took the tube and one stop later we arrive outside the studio. The helpful commissionaire on the door, resplendent in his uniform of Doctor Martin boots and a black bomber jacket, asked us if we had attended any productions staged by the studios performers before. We all said we hadn’t and he gave us some useful advice on how not to get our heads kicked in, and he then confiscated my emergency bottle of scotch.
Inside it was obvious that like so many of the capitals “theatres” the studio was in need of renovation We quickly decided to sponsor the cutting edge dance interpretation of a contemporary music arrangement, by all putting a pound coin in a beer glass that was being passed round by the performers. One of the members entered into a artistic debate with a very attractive black dance artist and she consented to wear the MCC tie during a performance for a nominal pledge of extra sponsorship. I think that we all found the her elegance and poise spell binding. When she had finished her dance she circulated amongst us and she then agreed to dance on a one-to-one basis wearing the full MCC regalia. Having studied her musical movement techniques closely during her previous performance, I was more than willing to be the first of our group to experience this. I feel that I must admit to finding it impossible to put into words what I saw and that the doggerel that I write would not do it justice.
Saturday, 5 June 2010
Newick Village Tandoori - 4th June 2010
Restaurant: Newick Tandoori 7/9 Church Road, Newick, E. Sussex BN8 4JU
Tel 01825 723738
Heads and tails commenced at 8.55 and James "the not so gay but certainly not going to knock it until he's tried it" Gibson won £4 which he generously donated back to MCC funds.
At 9.35 a game of Spoof was initiated which culminated in the final between Justin and Tony ...and what a final it was! if anyone can remember who won, please post a comment. Next up was an opportunity to guess the combined age of Matt and Lauren and I think the three finalists were Paul, Mel and James with a combined age of 41years and 4 months - fortunately putting them over the legalised age at which you are allowed to participate in curry.
Lauren was the invited to judge a "LOVELY LEGS" competition and although James Gibson's heavily scarred legs were in the running it was Dave P's pins that won the day - it's funny how Dave P is always the one that ends up being the "ladies man" at our dinners!
Having been instructed earlier in the evening to think of a game that our FAMOUS guest TONY (the games inventor) could take and develop, now was the time when we could present our ideas. Dr Richard B's "Wii Fit Blue Asia" raised a titter. Tony then described a game called SHIVER which is like a penguin shaped Jenga - Tony was fined a £1 for being a smart arse! James TGB came up with a great brand name under which to sell this new game "SPAC-ATAK". Tony our famous guest is pictured below.
At 10.55 complimentary drinks and chocolates were generously supplied, with hardly a mention. The beverage "sub-committee" also made sure that Matt and Laren were rewarded with a nice glass of rose for their time and trouble.
The judging commenced shortly after 11.15pm with a reasonable 85.5. Scoring was poor on fiscal prudency. Had Matt and Laren not been there, the score may have been lower!
The presentation was made by the hardly awake Hadow, clearly suffering from an attack by a king cobra! ...or several king cobras!
The evening broke up (quite literally) just before midnight.
WE CURRY NO FAVOUR!
Date: 04.06.2010
Report by Justin - again!
Report by Justin - again!
The evening was a much anticipated event being at the outer limit of our range and a restaurant with a good local reputation
The party of Mango Chutney Club "irregulars" arrived gathered around 7.30pm, starting with the traditional "we curry no favour" toast.
I have taken the liberty of publishing a picture of our great leader Henry, taken during his "Cool" phase. It also serves as a reminder of what our great chairman looks like when he is wearing a tie! On the engagement in question at the Newick Tandoori, he singularly failed to come with his full regalia - yes, he was tieless!
I have taken the liberty of publishing a picture of our great leader Henry, taken during his "Cool" phase. It also serves as a reminder of what our great chairman looks like when he is wearing a tie! On the engagement in question at the Newick Tandoori, he singularly failed to come with his full regalia - yes, he was tieless!
After popadoms had been loaded with onions, chutney and lime pickle and Cobras had been drunk, Hadow the Great, conducted the grand popadometer test.
Then Henry, praise to his name, developed a new game which was to guess the number closest to the one on Christos' dry cleaning ticket - and I was closest which meant that I ended up writing this review - yet again!
At 8.40 Henry the Wonderous leader read the uncompleted match report from the MCC Christmas extravaganza in Brick Lane written by James the gay builder. We look forward to it's conclusion.
Starters arrived at 8.45 and they went down very well - especially the mixed platters.
Then Henry, praise to his name, developed a new game which was to guess the number closest to the one on Christos' dry cleaning ticket - and I was closest which meant that I ended up writing this review - yet again!
At 8.40 Henry the Wonderous leader read the uncompleted match report from the MCC Christmas extravaganza in Brick Lane written by James the gay builder. We look forward to it's conclusion.
Starters arrived at 8.45 and they went down very well - especially the mixed platters.
Heads and tails commenced at 8.55 and James "the not so gay but certainly not going to knock it until he's tried it" Gibson won £4 which he generously donated back to MCC funds.
At 9pm the main course arrived. Most people happy but Christos had Chicken Tikka Mossala and was not impressed - all will be revealed with the scoring!
It was at this point that Matt and Lauren, who were a very nice young couple out for a quiet curry, became embroiled in the MCC evening! Lauren was desperate not to have her picture taking but fortunately, just as I was taking a picture of the Grand Cobra Taster Hadow's right hand, I caught Lauren in all her glory! (please note absence of Hadow's neck tie).
Lauren was the invited to judge a "LOVELY LEGS" competition and although James Gibson's heavily scarred legs were in the running it was Dave P's pins that won the day - it's funny how Dave P is always the one that ends up being the "ladies man" at our dinners!
Having been instructed earlier in the evening to think of a game that our FAMOUS guest TONY (the games inventor) could take and develop, now was the time when we could present our ideas. Dr Richard B's "Wii Fit Blue Asia" raised a titter. Tony then described a game called SHIVER which is like a penguin shaped Jenga - Tony was fined a £1 for being a smart arse! James TGB came up with a great brand name under which to sell this new game "SPAC-ATAK". Tony our famous guest is pictured below.
The judging commenced shortly after 11.15pm with a reasonable 85.5. Scoring was poor on fiscal prudency. Had Matt and Laren not been there, the score may have been lower!
The evening broke up (quite literally) just before midnight.
WE CURRY NO FAVOUR!
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