I remember the best meal I ever had. My brother had just visited us from Texas, and we all decided to go out to eat. We decided to go to a restaurant called Anmol, a place near Chicago. I thought this was just going to be a sublime place with average food that I would easily forget. I was wrong. We stepped in, and I immediately smelled the fumes of barbecue and kabobs coming from other people's platters, mixed with all kinds of spices, and cooked to perfection. When our orders came, I smelled before I saw the steak, kabobs, naan, and the spices of the dishes all mixing into one aroma more intoxicating than any intoxicant you can name. I took some of each, dipped them into the gravy, and the textures, the taste, the aroma all dropped a weapon of mass deliciousness on my tongue.
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