In other news, I love Indian food and Battlestar Galactica.

I got my patriotic post out of the way, now it’s time to get to the good stuff: overeating in the winter and the return of BSG.

I had what could have possibly been the greatest night of my life this past Friday, and it was literally 0 degrees out.  ZERO. Degrees.  Outside.  But no matter, my friend, because I had dinner at Priya in Farmington Hills.

You may have seen it before–it’s the stoic building on a hill on Grand River that looks like a funeral home.  Oh, and it looks like a funeral home because it used to be one–and, in my opinion–still probably is.  First of all, it is cold as a coffin and eerily quiet in there–and those tall ceilings and ornate curtains really do make you feel like you’re six feet under.  But again–no matter, my friend, because you will heat up right quick with one scrumptious bite of the Gosht Vindaloo (that’s lamb with potatoes rolling around in hot goodness).

You don’t ever want your meal to end–even when your mouth is on fire and you’re sweating and starting to wish you had your face planted in the snow in the 0 degree weather outside.  It just hurts so good.

On my plate in addition to the Gosht Vinadaloo: Aloo Gobi (cauliflower and spices) and Bengan Bartha (eggplant and spices).  Oh man, I love Bengan Bartha so much.  I want to be buried in it.  When I die, I want death by Bengan Bartha (too many death jokes? it’s almost impossible when you find yourself dining in an old funeral home–sorry).

And the nan, my god, the nan!

What could possibly be better than having an amazing Indian dinner?  Why, watching the season premier of Battlestar Galactica, of course! All while eating chocolate cake.  Not any ol’ cake, though–delicious, whippy whip frosting chocolate cake decorated for the occassion.

Those smiling balloons?  Those represent the Final Five for anyone who knows anything about BSG.  Hilarious!

The absolute nerdiness of all of this was tempered by the fact that this was a mildly social evening–I was with Tyler and our wonderful friends, James and Jayne.  So don’t worry, I haven’t fallen into the absolute pit of desolation and anti-social behavior that can result when someone spends one too many Friday nights at home watching the Sci-Fi channel.  I’m not completely lost.  And if I am, I’m in denial–and I guess that’s okay, too, for now.

So say we all.