I think it’s important to be careful.
One of these independent fuel stations with the Punjabi restaurants attached gave me some questionable rice.
I ordered some butter chicken, garlic nan and basmati rice.
It comes out and I take a spoonful of the rice and it smells like mildew or mold.
I think I’m just imagining it. I eat a few more big spoonfuls of the rice, finish the chicken and nan, and head out on the road again.
A couple hours later, and I’m hit with the worst gastrointestinal distress. I make it to a rest stop, and had to unleash the kracken.
It was terrible.
Just when I thought I was done, another wave would hit me. Waterfalls of brown liquid kept spilling out of me.
Could it have been the chicken? Maybe, but that chicken came out of the kitchen like molten lava.
The rice was what was questionable. Because it smelled off.
It smelled dirty.
It smelled like an old wetsuit.
Be careful out there.