When we were seated, Seva hooked us up with a round of mango Lassi smoothies, clearly as some kind of “you’re in for it” pleasantry. Thanks for the delicious omen, I guess?
This food was absurdly spicy, but it was balanced out with a savory-sweetness that wasn’t nearly as present in the previous cuisines. The lamb Vindaloo was rich and meaty, while the chicken brought fresh brightness to the party. Then I inadvertently ate one of the raw chilies on top, and I was back down the rabbit hole. The smoothie and the warm naan helped out, but only to the degree of, say, an ice cube into a volcano. My real refuge came later, at the bar next door, with a white Russian and a few friends convincing me that the mouth burn would go away eventually, because hey, real friends can convince you of anything.